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DON  JUAN 


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BY 


RICHARD  MANSFIELD 


NEW-YORK 

PUBLISHED   FOR  THE  AUTHOR 

BY  J.  W.  BOUTON,  8  WEST  28™  STREET 

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DON   JUAN. 


DON  JUAN 


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BY 


RICHARD  MANSFIELD 


NEW-YORK 

PUBLISHED  FOR  THE  AUTHOR 

BY  J.  W.  BOUTON,  8  WEST  28™  STREET 

1891 


Copyrighted,  1891,  by 
RICHARD  MANSFIELD. 


TMI  OB  VINNC  PRESS. 


DON  JUAN. 

DON  Luis. 

DON  ALONZO. 

GUZMAN. 

LEPORELLO. 

SEBASTIEN. 

DONNA  JULIA. 

DONNA  EMILIA. 

DONNA  ELVIRA. 

LUCIA. 

GERALDA. 

ZERLINA. 

ANNA. 

ATTENDANT. 


M170G15 


DON   JUAN. 


A  ROOM  IN  THE  HOUSE  OF  THE  COUNT  DE  MARANA. 

[Guzman  discovered. 

Guzman. 

In  truth  I  am  weary  of  this  struggle.  Could  any 
life  be  sadder  life  than  mine  ?  than  mine  !  Precep 
tor  and  spy.  A  creature  of  the  inquisition.  And  for 
what  ?  To  keep  the  flesh  on  these  old  bones.  And 
yet  another  who  loved  not  these  wards  of  mine  might 
work  them  harm,  and  thus,  altho'  compelled  to  duty 
to  the  inquisition,  I  can  yet  guide  and  counsel  in 
this  family  so  that  it  commit  no  wrong.  I  am  an 
ambassador  to  a  foreign  state,  who  serves  his  country 
and  the  state  accredited.  Young  Don  Juan  gives  me 
much  cause  for  fear,  that  his  love  of  adventure  and 
his  reckless  courage  will  lead  him  to  some  pitfall,  and 


8  2Don 

gazing  at  the  stars  see  not  the  abyss  yawning  at  his 
feet  Yet  I  was  once  like  this — I,  too.  My  days  were 
spent  in  dreams,  in  dreams  of  ambition  and  of  love, 
and  now  they  're  dreams  indeed  —  and  naught  is  left 
but  to  totter  on  the  path  that  brings  each  footstep 
nearer  to  the  Wonderful.  Last  night  I  dreamt  that 
I  was  young,  and  stood  by  the  window  looking  out 
upon  the  night.  Beneath  me  lay  the  churchyard, 
green  and  silent  in  the  moon,  and  sycamores  and 
willows  whispered  to  the  dead.  I  dreamt  the  phan 
toms  of  my  past  rose  from  their  graves  and  all 
that  might  have  been  else  than  toil  and  care  and 
pain; — she,  too,  was  there,  Julia  of  the  raven  tresses 
and  the  star-bright  eyes.  She  opened  her  arms  and 
called  to  me  and  beckoned,  as  she  had  called  and 
beckoned  in  the  long  ago,  and  NOW  I  went  to  her, 
and  her  arms  were  about  me  and  her  perfumed  tresses 
were  upon  my  face  —  and  I  awoke — an  old  man  upon 
the  bed  of  loneliness  and  sorrow.  A  life  of  drudgery? 
an  old  age  of  regrets,  a  future  of  speculation.  T  is 
my  duty  to  teach  my  pupil  thus,  the  youthful  Don 
Juan,  to  make  his  life  what  mine  has  been,  in  great 
respect  and  vast  propriety !  So  thus  I  speak  to  him 
without  one  jot  of  pleasure  in  my  task,  and  he,  he 
looks  on  me,  and  in  his  eyes  I  read :  Old  man,  thou 
liest ;  or  another  time,  Thou  enviest  me  my  youth  ;  or 
again,  Wouldst  thou  be  thus  if  thou  wert  young  ?  And 


I  long  to  cry  to  him :  Live  !  Live  !  Live  !   But  hither 
comes  "  Lucia,"  the  light  of  my  life,  my  only  joy  to-day. 

[Enter  Lucia.     She  carries  in  her  arms  and  in 
the  folds  of  her  dress  a  mass  of  flowers, 

Lucia. 

Ah,  Guzman !  good  Guzman,  I  give  you  good 
morning !  See,  I  have  brought  you  some  flowers  to 
brighten  this  dull  room ;  every  blossom  bears  in  its 
bosom  a  tiny  ray  of  yellow  sunlight,  and  the  fragrance 
of  our  mother  earth,  and  God's  free  air.  See,  I  will 
shower  them  upon  you  and  give  a  kiss  besides,  and 
that  vast  frown  will  disappear  and  you  will  smile.  For 
you  can  smile  !  I  saw  you  smile  one  day,  and  I  wrote 
that  evening  in  my  book  thus,  "  Guzman  smiled." 
But  where  is  my  fair  cousin  Don  Juan  ?  I  think — 
altho'  I  'm  not  conceited,  mark  you,  Guzman — he 
doth  stand  in  need  of  learning  more  than  I !  He  is  a 
lay-a-bed.  Tell  me,  good  Guzman,  did'st  thou  hear 
aught  last  night?  I  thought  I  heard  Don  Juan's 
voice  and  the  clash  of  steel.  No,  not  in  the  street — 
for  there  the  watchman  cried  "All's  well" — but  in 
the  garden.  Did  you,  Guzman,  did  you? — or  did  I 
dream  ?  I  do  dream  so  much.  Dost  ever  dream, 
Guzman  ?  [Falling  back  with  a  sigh.']  No,  I  sup 
pose  not.  Tell  me,  Guzman,  will  you,  why  do  I  always 
dream  of  Don  Juan  ? 


io  SDon 

Guzman. 
You  dream  of  Don  Juan?  —  you   never  told    me 

this! 

Lucia. 

No? — and  yet  I  know  not  why  I  should  not.  I 
dream  of  him  always.  Tell  me  why,  Guzman  —  you 
who  know  everything. 

Guzman. 

Because,  my  child,  he  is  your  cousin,  and  you  are 

much  together. 

Lucia. 

But  I  am  more  with  you,  Guzman,  and  I  do  never 

dream  of  you. 

Guzman. 

Perhaps  you  like  him  better  than  your  aged  pre 
ceptor. 

Lucia. 

I  know  not.  Do  I  ?  I  love  you  very  much.  I 
wonder  what  I  should  do  without  you  ?  I  see  so  little 
of  Don  Juan.  Don  Luis  is  so  stern,  Donna  Emi 
lia  so  severe,  the  house  so  gloomy  —  only  you  and 
my  books  and  the  garden  —  ah,  yes,  the  garden  ! 
Sometimes  he  sits  with  me  half  an  hour  in  the  arbor 
or  lies  at  my  feet  on  the  terrace  —  but 't  is  only  when 
he  's  tired  —  yet  I  am  happy  then.  Guzman,  do  you 
love  Don  Juan  as  much  as  I  do  ?  Does  everybody 
love  him  ? 


Sfict  <©nc* 

Gttzman. 


Aye,  everybody. 


Lucia,  with  a  sigh. 

i 

Yes,  I  thought  so — everybody.  \_Voices  are  heard 
without.]  Guzman,  Don  Luis  comes  and  Donna  Emi 
lia,  and  if  they  find  not  Don  Juan  at  his  studies  they 
will  surely  punish  him.  Let  me  escape  by  the  window 
and  find  him ! 

Guzman. 

Hasten  then,  my  child,  if  you  would  save  him. 

Lucia. 
Yes  —  oh,  yes  ! 

{Exit  at  the  window  L.     Enter  Don   Luis 
and  Donna  Emilia.     Guzman  rises. 

Don  Luis. 
Guzman,  where  is  your  pupil  ? 

Guzman. 
Sir,  I  await  him  here. 

Don  Luis. 

But  here  he  should  be  now.  Hast  sent  for  him  ? 
I  think  't  is  long  past  the  hour;  what  discipline  is 
this? 


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Guzman. 
Sir,  can  the  old  man  tame  a  wild  colt  ? 

Don  Luis. 

Then  must  I  employ  those  who  can.  Go,  sir,  seek 
him,  and  know  your  place  depends  upon  your  haste. 

\Guzman  bows  and  exit  R. 

Donna  Emilia. 

The  seventy  of  your  plans  for  the  education  of 
Don  Juan  seem,  Don  Luis,  to  bear  but  sorry  fruit. 
I  think  he  pays  but  little  heed  to  the  rules  laid  down 
for  him. 

Don  Luis. 
Madame,  your  son  — 

Donna  Emilia. 
Our  son ! 

Don  Luis. 

Very  well,  if  you  wish,  our  son — our  son  may  per 
chance  prefer  the  simple  delights  of  the  garden  or, 
weary  with  the  studies  of  the  night, — for  I  doubt  not 
he  burns  the  midnight  oil, — be  still  a-bed.  My  couch 
offers  but  little  inducement ;  with  him  't  is  otherwise 
— he  rests  in  peace  with  innocence. 

Donna  Emilia. 
For  which  reason  you  seek  your  rest  elsewhere. 


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Don  Luis. 

Madame,  within  these  walls  we  will  respect  the  pro 
prieties.  Beneath  this  roof,  which  shelters  Don  Juan, 
no  word  must  be  uttered  to  stain  with  a  breath  the 
pure  innocence  of  his  nature.  I  vow  Don  Juan  shall 
never  hear  from  me  one  word  against  his  mother. 

Donna  Emilia. 

And  never  will  I  utter  aught  against  the  spotless 
reputation  of  his  father — although,  alas!  I  fear  he 
may  learn  elsewhere — 

Don  Luis. 

Never,  madame;  in  Sevilla  no  man  is  more  re 
spected  than  I.  I  have  at  all  times  taken  the  greatest 
pains  to  ward  off  scandal. 

Donna  Emilia. 
I,  too,  have  been  most  careful. 

Don  Luis. 

You  are  a  model  wife  ! 

Donna  Emilia. 

Is  there  household  more  honored  than  ours  ?  The 
severity  of  our  morals  and  our  manners  are  the  talk 
of  Sevilla.  It  is  esteemed  a  high  favor  to  be  recog- 


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nized  by  us ;  we  give  largely  to  the  church ;  when  we 
ride  or  walk  abroad  all  bow  to  us — 

Don  Luis. 

Your  aristocratic  bearing,  Donna  Emilia,  when 
seated  in  your  high  carriage,  and  lifting  your  eye 
brows — thus  —  is,  I  confess,  just  what  it  should  be; 
certainly  no  one  suspects — 

Donna  Emilia. 

Not  a  soul !  It  is  exceedingly  pleasant  to  be  so 
much  respected. 

Don  Luis. 

We  have  enjoyed  our  lives;  let  us  not  reproach 
ourselves  with  it. 

Donna  Emilia. 
I  have  no  intention  of  so  doing. 

Don  Luis. 

Still,  I  might  prefer  that  Don  Juan  should  follow 
our  example  only  as  far  as  its  appearance,  and  not  its 
reality,  may  be  concerned.  I  am  anxious  to  prove 
the  result  of  my  training. 

Donna  Emilia. 
He  has  been  educated  with  the  greatest  austerity. 


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Don  Luis. 

The  association  with  youths  of  his  own  age  has 
been  denied  him ;  his  morals  might  be  corrupted. 

Donna  Emilia. 

With  young  women  he  has  never  spoken,  unless  it 
be  his  cousin  Lucia,  who  has  shared  his  education. 

Don  Luis. 
No  books  which  might  enlighten  him  has  he  read. 

Donna  Emilia. 

The    garden,    the    park,    the    innocent    pastimes 
guarded  and  watched  by  his  aged  preceptor. 

Don  Luis. 
His  constant  association  with  me — 

Donna  Emilia. 
And  with  me — 

Don  Luis  and  Donna  Emilia. 
You  are  sure  you  have  never  ? 

Don  Luis. 
I  have  been  most  guarded. 


1 6  2Don 

Donna  Emilia. 
I  have  been  as  innocent  as  Lucia. 

Don  Luis. 
I  have  never  cursed  in  his  presence. 

Donna  Emilia. 
He  has  every  accomplishment 

Don  Luis. 
He  has  every  virtue. 

Donna  Emilia. 

The  very  existence  of  such  a  son  would  refute  in 
the  future  — 

Don  Luis. 
Any  reflection  upon  our  honorable  reputation. 

[Loud  knocking  without.     Enter  Leporello. 

Don  Luis. 

What  is  the  noise  without,  Leporello  ?  Why  do 
you  disturb  us  ? 

Leporello. 

Sir,  the  noise  without  is  the  Duke  Alonzo,  whose 
appearance  is  that  of  a  person  in  a  great  rage.  I 
peeped  at  him  through  the  grille,  and  his  face  is  very 
red. 


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Donna  Emilia. 

Our  neighbor,  Don  Alonzo  ?  [Aside.~\  What  brings 
him  here  ? — surely  he  is  not  rash  enough — 

Don  Luis. 

Our  dear  neighbor,  Don  Alonzo — \_Aside\  he  can 
not  have  discovered  my  affection  for  his  sister !  Shall 
we  see  him,  Donna  Emilia  ? 

Donna  Emilia. 
I  think  if  you  — 

Don  Luis. 

I  was  about  to  ask  you  —  \JLoud  knocking. 

Leporello. 
Don  Alonzo  appears  to  be  impatient. 

Don  Luis. 

Well,  well,  admit  him,  Leporello,  but  cautiously  — 
cautiously.  Does  he  appear  to  be  armed  ? 

Leporello. 

He  is  stuck  all  over  with  daggers  and  pistols,  and 
carries  a  great  sword;  his  face  is  very  red.     [Loud 
knocks. ~\     He  is  also  knocking  very  loudly. 
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1 8 

Don  Luis. 
Blockhead,  anybody  can  hear  that. 

Leporello. 

The  neighbors  are  assembling  in  great  throngs  — 
all  the  windows  in  the  street  are  open. 

Donna  Emilia. 

Hasten,  Leporello,  and  open  the  gate.  I  will  leave 
Don  Luis  to  speak  with  the  Duke  alone. 

Don  Luis. 
By  no  means,  madame.  Stay,  Leporello. 

\Loud  knocking. 

Leporello. 
Sir,  I  fear  the  gate  will  fall. 

Don  Luis. 

Admit  him,  and  bring  my  sword,  Leporello,  and 
remain  within  call.  Stay — where  is  your  master, 
Don  Juan  ? 

Leporello. 
Don  Juan? 

Don  Luis. 
Yes,  idiot,  Don  Juan. 


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Leporello. 
Oh,  Don  Juan,  sir ;  he  is  in  the  chapel  praying. 

{Exit. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Saintly  youth.  {Exit. 

Don  Luis. 
Would  that  my  conscience  were  as  clear  as  our  son's. 

{Enter  the  Duke  of  Navarro  furiously.  He 
carries  in  one  hand  a  sword ;  the  other 
arm  is  in  a  sling. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Ah,  you  are  there !     Like  father,  like  son  ! 

Don  Luis. 

Good  morning,  my  lord  ;  this  is  a  beautiful  compli 
ment  you  have  paid  me.  But  why,  my  dear  neighbor, 
this  anger  —  this  noise? 

Don  Alonzo. 

This  anger,  this  noise,  Don  Luis  ?  I  have  been 
robbed  of  my  wife. 

Don  Luis. 
Happy  man ! 

Don  Alonzo. 
Sir? 


20  SDon 

Don  Luis. 
Unhappy  man,  I  congratulate  — 

Don  Alonzo. 

Sir? 

Don  Lm's. 

I  sympathize  with  you ;  how  was  this  happy  —  un 
happy  event  — 

Don  Alonzo. 

Enough!  Don  Luis!    I  hold  you  responsible, — my 
wife  has  left  me. 

Don  Luis. 
I  always  warned  you  that  it  was  a  mistake  — 

Don  Alonzo. 

Enough!  I  hold  you,  Don  Luis,  responsible  for  the 
conduct  of  your  son. 

Don  Luis. 

Sir,  you  are  dreaming.     My  son  is  a  saint  —  even 
now  he  is  in  the  chapel  praying. 

Don  Alonzo. 

T  is  well  that  he  prays,  for  his  last  hour  is  come ; 
his  blood  shall  wipe  out  the  stain. 

{Enter  Guzman  with  Lucia  by  window. 


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Don  Luis. 

Pray,  Guzman,  speak  to  the  Duke.  His  Highness 
is  excited  and  laboring  under  the  strangest  delusion. 
He  speaks  in  the  wildest  and  most  incoherent  manner. 

Guzman. 
Pray,  my  lord,  what  is  troubling  you  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 

Troubling  me !  Ah,  Guzman,  I  have  been  robbed 
of  my  young  wife. 

Guzman. 

Ah  —  alas  !     [Aside.]     Withdraw,  Lucia. 

\_Lucia  stands  still. 
Don  Alonzo. 

Last  night  I  woke  —  I  was  alone.  I  sprang  from 
my  couch  —  the  window  opening  into  the  garden  was 
open  —  I  heard  voices  —  in  the  moonlight  I  recog 
nized  my  wife,  Donna  Julia,  in  the  arms  of — 

Guzman. 

\_Stepping  forward  hastily. 

Pray,  my  lord,  be  silent;  I  understand  — 

\ 

Lucia.          [Stepping  forward. 

Poor  Don  Alonzo,  who  has  robbed  you  of  your 
wife  ? 


22  SDon 

Don  Alonzo. 
His  example  of  purity,  his  saint. 

Guzman. 
Oh,  hush  —  hush! 

Don  Alonzo. 
Don  Juan. 

Lucia. 

[Stands  with  eyes  wide  open. 
Oh  —  that  hurts  —  that  hurts  —  I  wonder — why — 

Giizman. 

My  poor  Lucia,   what  a  rude   awakening !     Why 
need  she  suffer  so  soon  ?     Come,  Lucia,  come  hence. 

Lucia. 
Good  Guzman,  something  has  broken  in  my  heart. 

Don  Luis. 

Sir,  you  presume  upon  your  high  rank  and  your 
power  to  insult  an  innocent  family. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Listen,  and  judge  if  I  presume.     I  attacked  your 
pestilent  son ;  after  a  few  passes  his  sword  pricked  my 


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arm,  my  weapon  dropped  to  the  ground,  and  he  es 
caped.  My  wife,  too,  has  fled ;  I  have  not  seen  her 
since. 

Don  Luis. 

You  were  deceived,  sir,  by  the  darkness ;  my  son 
himself  shall  tell  you  of  his  innocence.  Leporello — 
hey,  Leporello ! 

Guzman. 

Come,  my  child,  come  away. 

Lucia. 

No,  Don  Juan  approaches;  let  me  stay.  He  will 
say  that  it  is  not  true.  And  yet  last  night  I  heard — 

[Enter  Leporello. 
Leporello. 

My  master,  sir,  is  coming  hither.  Poor  saint,  he 
was  barely  able  to  don  his  clothes  ;  his  back  was  stream 
ing  with  blood. 

Don  Luis. 

With  blood  ? 

Lucia.  [Aside. 

Then  it  was  he — he  was  wounded  ! 

Leporello. 

Aye,  sir.  Not  content  with  kneeling  for  hours  upon 
a  stone  floor  strewn  with  peas — he  bared  his  shoulders 
and  commanded  me  to  flagellate  him. 


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Don  Luis. 
Wretch  !     And  you  obeyed  ? 

Leporello. 

Oh,  sir,  how  could  I  refuse  his  saintly  behest  ?  Often 
do  my  master  and  I  in  our  religious  fervor  castigate 
each  other.  I  begged  him  to  excuse  me,  but  he  would 
not  hear  me,  and  so  I  beat  him  soundly. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Hypocrite ! 

Don  Luis. 
My  poor  boy. 

Leporello. 
But  here  comes  my  master. 

Lucia. 
Good  Guzman — do  not  leave  me. 

[Enter  Don  Juan. 
Don  Alonzo. 

Don  Juan,  answer  me :  where  is  the  Duchess  de 
Navarro  ? 

Don  Juan. 

The  Duchess,  sir,  I  hope  is  where  she  should  be — 
at  early  matins.  What  is  this  noise,  father  ?  Why  am 
I  disturbed  in  my  devotions?  Lucia — why  so  pale? 
and  what  brings  Don  Alonzo  here  so  early  and  so 
angry  ? 


25 

Don  Luis. 

Forgive  me,  my  son,  but  his  Highness  doth  accuse 
you  of  a  heinous  crime. 

Don  Juan. 
A  crime  !     What  is  a  crime  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 
Villain ! 

Don  Juan. 
Ah  t  {Touches  his  sword. 

Don  Luis.          [To  Don  Alonzo. 

Pray,  sir,  let  me  speak,  since  your  mistake  carries 

your  temper  with  it.     Don  Juan,  my  son,  forgive  me, 

I  know  not  how  to  explain.     Don  Alonzo  is  laboring 

under  the  delusion  that  last  night — 

Don  Juan. 
Yes,  last  night  ? 

Don  Luis. 

You  visited  his  garden  and — spoke  with  his  wife. 

Don  Juan. 

Oh  !     [Turning  to  Don  A.~\    What  made  you  think, 
and  why  should  I  desire  to  speak  with  your  wife  ? 
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26  SDon 

Don  Alonzo. 

Don  Juan,  you  know  well  enough.     Where  is  she 
gone  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Sir,  you  are  laboring  under  the  strangest  delusion ; 
why  should  I  talk  to  the  old  lady  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 

What  ?     You  know  well  that  the  Duchess  is  both 
young  and  beautiful. 

Don  Juan. 

If  that  is  the  case,  are  you  surprised  that  she  should 
have  left  you  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 
This  is  too  much.  [Advances  toward  him. 

Don  Juan. 

Leporello,  tie  my  right  arm.     I  will  fight  the  Duke 
with  my  left. 

Leporello. 

Oh,  good  master,  remember  your  prayers  —  [  Whis 
pers}  your  father — Donna  Lucia. 


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Don  Juan. 

Ah,  yes,  prithee  pardon  me,  my  father,  pardon  me 
Lucia,  but  I  cannot  refuse  to  meet  the  Duke;  and 
think  ye  how  kind  it  will  be  to  set  free  his  young  and 
beautiful  wife. 

Don  Luis. 

Enough — enough — nay,  put  up  your  sword,  my 
lord.  Don  Juan,  your  manner  surprises  me.  Still,  it 
is  the  indignation  of  innocence — for  you  are  innocent, 
my  son,  are  you  not? 

Don  Juan. 
I  am  sorry  to  say  I  am. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Ah! 

Don  Luis,. 
What? 

Don  Juan. 
What  said  I? 

Don  Luis. 
You  expressed  regret  for  your  innocence. 

Don  Juan. 

Aye?  Did  I?  Well,  it  is  so;  I  am  sorry  I  am  inno 
cent. 


28  SDon  3!uan* 

Don  Luis. 
What  say  you  ? 

Zto?2  Juan. 

Indeed,  I  would  the  crime  were  mine  that  I  might 
receive  the  punishment  therefor;  yet  I  love  the  truth 
too  well  not  to  speak  it.  Poor  Leporello! 

Don  Luis  and  Don  Alonzo. 
Leporello? 

Leporello. 
What! 

Don  Juan. 

I  am  sorry  for  you,  my  poor  Leporello,  I  have 
warned  you  so  often  —  I  have  even  thrashed  you. 

Leporello. 
You  have,  indeed! 

Don  Juan. 

Yet  all  in  vain.  Father,  poor  Leporello — albeit  a 
good  servant — hath  a  great  fault.  E'en  at  our  devo 
tions  't  is  easy  to  see  which  way  his  mind  doth  wander, 
and  whilst  you,  my  father,  meant  to  guard  me  from  all 
worldly  thought  of  sin,  the  serpent  lay  at  my  very 
elbow.  Fortunate  indeed  it  is  I  am  so  buckled  in  the 
armor  of  virtue  that  no  temptation  can  here  penetrate — 


29 

but  alas!  with  him  no  power  can  persuade,  no  rigor  can 
restrain,  and  whilst  his  hypocrisy  is  such  that  he  will 
blind  you  to  the  very  nature  of  his  mind,  the  sight  of 
beauty,  be  she  maid  or  wife,  doth  so  inflame  him  that 
his  desires  rush  him  on  to  immediate  perdition. 

Leporello. 
He  is  describing  himself. 

Don  Juan. 

Last  night,  when  overcome  with  sleep,  I  dozed  upon 
my  knees.  He  crept  away.  I  awoke  to  find  him 
gone.  My  cloak,  torn  from  my  back  to  bare  it  to  the 
lash — my  hat,  in  reverence  thrown  upon  the  flags — 
my  sword,  unbuckled  lest  its  clatter  stay  the  current 
of  my  thoughts,  were  taken  from  my  side.  The  in 
stant  thought  of  danger  led  me  to  the  gate.  I  heard 
the  clash  of  steel,  and  presently  saw  I — but  no,  spare 
me  the  recital.  Go,  Leporelio — go — fly,  fool!  He 
is  upon  thee !  [Exit  Leporello. 

Don  Luis. 
Sir,  you  thus  perceive  my  son  is  innocent. 

Don  Alonzo. 

No,  sir,  I  am  not  thus  deceived,  and  he  shall  pay 
me  dear  for  this  — 


30  SDou  3[uan, 

Don  Juan. 
I  '11  meet  you,  my  Lord,  when  and  where  you  say. 

Don  Alonzo. 
I  do  not  war  with  boys — I  have  a  surer  way. 

Don  Juan. 
Yes,  I  have  heard. 

Guzman. 
Beware. 

Don  Luis. 

My  boy,  do  not  anger  his  Highness.  My  Lord,  we 
are  most  grieved. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  we  are  not — and  know,  I  'm  tired  of  this  cant. 
Sir,  I  have  lied,  and  I  confess  the  fault,  but  I  'm  a  liar 
for  the  cause  I  'm  taught  to  lie.  'T  was  /  who  in  the 
garden  sought  your  wife,  yet  on  my  soul  by  no  pre 
meditated  deed  of  hers.  I  saw  her  there  and  sprang 
the  wall,  and,  conquered  by  her  beauty,  woo'd  her  on 
the  spot.  She  spurned  me,  I  confess — and  if  she  fled, 
she  fled  but  from  your  wrath,  and  usage  too,  I  hear, 
not  over  fair.  And  now,  sir,  though  you  scorn  to 
meet  a  boy,  I  '11  fight  you  like  a  man,  arid  't  shall  go 
hard,  but  I  will  give  you  much  to  do. 


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Don  Luis. 
My  son! 

Don  Alonzo. 

'T  is  well !  I  will  consider  your  punishment.     Sirs, 
good  day.  [Exit  with  pages. 

Don  Luis. 
We  are  lost. 

Don  Juan. 

Coward ! 

Guzman. 
Don  Juan,  you  have  made  a  bitter  enemy. 

Lucia.  [Sinks  onto  seat. 

Don  Juan  !     Don  Juan  ! 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  fair  cousin,  fear  not. 

Lucia. 
He  has  a  wicked,  settled  look. 

Don  Juan. 
Some  dogs  that  look  the  fiercest  bite  the  least. 

Guzman. 
Not  so  with  Navarro. 


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Don  Luis. 

Alas,  alas  for  his  day's  work !  Come,  Guzman,  go 
with  me.  We  will  wait  upon  the  Duke,  and  try  to 
turn  his  wrath. 

Don  Juan. 

Father,  I  pray  you  no. 

Don  Luis. 

Boy,  when  you  are  older  you  will  know  the  worth 
of  peace. 

Guzman. 

Sir,  I  will  go  with  you,  but  much  I  fear  it  will  be 
all  in  vain. 

Don  Luis. 

Boy,  you  will  stay  here  till  we   return  !      Come, 

Guzman.  {Exit. 

Guzman.  \To  Lucia. 

I  leave  you  with  him.  Remember,  my  Lucia,  that 
you  may  save  him  by  pure  and  constant  love. 

Lucia. 
Can  love  and  fortitude  prevail,  I  '11  never  desist. 

Guzman. 

Farewell.  Don  Juan,  I  pray  you,  listen  to  your 
cousin.  [Exit. 


33 

Don  Juan. 

Aye,  that  I  will  with  pleasure!  From  lips  like 
thine,  my  sweet  Lucia,  counsel  is  honey,  and  I  '11  lie  at 
thy  feet  and  thou  shalt  preach  to  me.  \_Sits  at  her 
feet.~]  Lucia,  how  solemn  thou  dost  look;  thou 
deem'st  me  very  bad,  but  men  are  all  like  this — we 
hate  an  ugly  face.  How  could  I  love  thee,  Lucia, 
wert  thou  not  beautiful? 

Lucia. 
Then  thou  dost  love  me  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Of  course  I  do. 

Lucia. 
But  thou  lovest  the  Donna  Julia  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Not  much  —  she  's  very  pretty. 

Lucia. 
Thou  canst  not  love  us  both  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Oh,  yes. 

S 


34  SDOlt 

Lucia. 
How  can  that  be  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Oh,  I  can  love  a  dozen. 

Lucia. 
That  is  not  love! 

Don  Juan. 
Is  it  not?     It  seemeth  to  me  much  like  it. 

Lucia. 
Not  true  love. 

Don  Juan. 

Aye,  but  it  must  be.  Now  when  I  sit  at  thy  feet, 
and  gaze  into  thine  eyes,  and  look  upon  thy  coral  lips 
and  thy  silken  tresses,  I  have  a  strange  longing — 


Lucia. 

Yes? 

Don  Juan. 
To  kiss  thee. 

Lucia. 

That  shalt  thou  not. 

Don  Juan. 
Ah— 


35 

Lucia. 
Why  dost  thou  sigh? 

Don  Juan. 

Because  when  thou  sayest  I  must  not,  the  desire  is 
a  thousand  times  more  burning  than  before.  That 
must  be  love? 

Lucia. 

My  heart  says  no.     Listen,  Don  Juan. 

Don  Juan. 
I  listen. 

Lucia. 
I  do  love  thee. 

Don  Juan. 
Then  thou  wilt  kiss  me  ? 

Lucia. 

Nay,  that  will  I  never.  I  do  love  thee  with  all  my 
heart  and  soul,  and  I  would  die  for  thee  if  it  could 
serve  thee  aught,  but  I  will  kiss  thee,  no.  Yet  thy 
professions  put  I  to  the  proof.  Thou  sayest  thou  dost 
love  me  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Aye,  come  with  me,  Lucia,  let  us  go,  and  in  some 
lovely  spot  we  '11  dwell  and  forget  aught  else  but  you 
and  I  and  Love. 


36  SDon 

Lucia. 

That  may  not  be.  Listen.  Thou  sayest  thou  lov- 
est  me  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Aye,  I  do  love  thee,  Lucia. 

Lucia. 
Then  hear  the  terms  on  which  I  '11  be  thy  bride. 

Don  Juan. 
My  bride  ? 

Lucia. 

Didst  thou  not  ask  me  ?  See  here  this  cross,  the 
holiest  of  symbols,  an  oath  thou  darest  not  break. 
Wilt  swear  upon  it  thus — wilt  swear,  I  say? 

My  bride  art  thou,  Lucia, 

Thou  my  bride, 
And  I  will  cleave  to  thee 

Through  happiness  and  sorrow, 
Through  youth  and  age, 

From  here  unto  the  grave. 
In  word  and  thought, 

In  wish  and  deed, 
I  will  be  true  to  thee, 

To  thee,  Lucia. 


37 

Wilt  thou  swear  thus,  and,  having  sworn,  incur  the 
penalty  shouldst  fail  ?     E'en  such  an  oath  take  I  — 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  that  were  slavery  !  {Springing  up. 

Lucia. 

Nay,  that  were  love. 

Don  Juan. 
I  cannot  swear. 

Lucia. 

Farewell. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  hold ! 

Lucia. 

Farewell.  That  thou  dost  love  me  not  kills  not  my 
love,  and  I  shall  pray  for  strength  to  guard  thee  all  I 
may.  Farewell. 

Don  Jtian. 
Alas,  farewell ;  thou  art  much  too  good. 

\Enter  Don  Luis  and  Donna  Emilia. 

Donna  Emilia  and  Don  Luis. 
Don  Juan ! 

Don  Juan. 
You  almost  frightened  me. 


3s  2Don 

Donna  Emilia. 

Don  Juan !  We  trust  we  find  you  in  a  mood  re 
pentant  ! 

Don  Juan. 

I  am  very  much  wearied. 

Don  Luis. 

And  we  are  anxious  to  learn  how  one  so  reared 
could  have  behaved  as  you  have  done  ? 

Donna  Emilia. 

And  having  been  bred  in  ignorance  of  the  very 
word  "  love,"  you  entertained  such  wicked  thoughts  ? 
You  certainly  do  not  take  after  me ! 

Don  Luis. 

Nor,  zounds,  me ! 

Don  Juan. 
It  must  be  one  of  you  ! 

Don  Luis. 

Be  seated,  Donna  Emilia,  and  you,  Don  Juan,  have 
my  permission  to  be  seated.  It  is  necessary  we  should 
confer,  and  having  consulted  Guzman,  your  preceptor, 
now  point  the  wisest  way  to  avert  the  danger  which 
threatens  you,  and  plan  some  mode  to  discipline  your 


39 

conduct  in  the  future.     But  first,  what  explanation — 
what  excuses  can  you  offer  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Sir,  an  had  you  taught  me  more,  I  should  have  less 
inquired ;  had  you  less  forbidden,  I  should  have  less 
desired  ;  and  had  you  less  temptations  shown,  I  should 
have  less  temptations  known. 

Donna  Emilia. 
The  sooner  the  boy  leaves  the  house  the  better. 

Don  Luis. 

I  quite  agree  with  you,  and  for  his  own  safety's  sake 
he  must  be  gone  at  once ;  nor  must  the  Duke  know 
whither. 

Don  Juan. 
Whither  ? 

Don  Luis. 

I  know  not  whither;  that  is  for  afterthought.  Guz 
man  has  pointed  a  way  whereby  he  thinks  the  Duke's 
wrath  may  be  averted  in  giving  certain  surety  of  Don 
Juan's  good  conduct  in  the  future,  and  that  the  Duke's 
pleasant  domesticity  be  no  further  molested.  Guzman 
suggests  a  marriage. 


40  SDon 

Donna  Emilia. 
That  is  indeed  a  certain  guarantee. 

Don  Luis. 

There  is  no  difficulty  in  finding  a  bride  for  Don 
Juan.  Lucia,  our  ward,  is  handy. 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  sir,  both  she  and  I  have  something  here  to  say. 

Donna  Emilia. 
What! 

Don  Juan. 
Whether  we  will  or  no  ? 

Don  Luis. 
What  's  this  ?     Your  mother  ne'er  was  asked. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Indeed  I  was  not. 

Don  Luis. 

Nor  was  my  sanction  sought.  Our  parents  settled 
this,  and  now  we  settle  too.  You  wed  at  once  Lucia, 
our  ward  ;  you  leave  upon  a  trip  ;  I  hasten  to  the  Duke 
and  tell  him  all  is  well.  All 's  hushed,  all  's  calm,  the 
house  stands,  and  we  and  you  are  saved. 


41 

Don  Juan. 

If  Lucia  wills,  I  will ;  she  is  a  gentle  child,  and  I  am 
fond  of  her ;  but  if  she  won't,  I  won't,  nor  will  I  have 
her  inclination  forced. 

Donna  Emilia. 

Tut,  tut,  what  tone  is  this  ?  Here  comes  Lucia, 
and  we  will  swiftly  acquaint  her  with  our  purpose. 

Don  Luis. 
Lucia.     Ahem ! 

Don  Juan. 
Ahem! 

Lucia. 
Pray,  sir,  what  is  it  ? 

Donna  Emilia. 

There  is  no  need  to  make  the  story  long.  Lucia, 
you  are  to  wed  Don  Juan,  our  son. 


Lucia. 
Oh! 

Don  Juan. 

Fair,  sweet  Lucia,  if  you  will. 
6 


42  SDon  $ 

\ 

Don  Luis. 

If  you  will  —  't  is  all  the  better;  if  you  will  not  — 
't  is  all  the  same  —  you  must. 

Lucia. 

Forgive  me,  Don  Juan,  I  will  not,  for  you  do  not 
love  me. 

Don  Juan. 
I  am  not  sure. 

Lucia. 
Therefore,  I  will  not 

A 

Donna  Emilia. 
Love  has  nothing  to  do  with  it  —  eh,  Don  Luis? 

Don  Luis. 
Nothing,  I  vow ;  it 's  a  mere  case  of  convenience. 

Lucia. 
Sir,  I  regard  it  higher,  and  I  cannot. 

Donna  Emilia. 

Then  you  must.  You  are  our  ward,  on  us  entirely 
dependent.  Refuse,  and  you  are  roofless,  penniless, 
outcast. 


43 

Don  Luis. 
It  's  hard,  but  so  it  is. 


'T  is  infamous  ;  she  shall  not  be  so  forced. 

Lucia. 

Nor  can  I  be.  I  love  thee,  Don  Juan,  and  I  have 
told  thee  so,  but  till  thou  knowest  thyself  I  cannot  give 
myself  to  thee. 

Don  Juan. 

'T  is  true,  I  do  not  know  —  and  yet  I  would  protect 
thee. 

Lucia. 

Nay,  dear  cousin,  we  shall  meet  again,  and  then 
perchance  thou  'It  love  me. 

Don  Juan. 
I  think  I  love  thee  now. 

Lucia. 

But  thou  knowest  not  ? 

Don  Juan. 
No,  I  know  not.  [Enter  Guzman. 


44  SDon 

Don  Luis. 

What  flummery  is  this!  Hey,  Guzman,  here,  and 
teach  your  pupils  more  obedience.  They  are  to  wed 
— 't  is  needed;  we  will  it  so,  and  they  refuse. 

Guzman. 
You  refuse,  Don  Juan? 

Don  Juan. 
For  she  declines,  since  I  know  not  if  I  love  her. 

Guzman. 
You  decline? 

Lucia. 
Yes. 

Don  Luis. 

Then  hear  me  well.  Thou  art  outcast,  Lucia,  out 
cast  from  our  house.  Take  what  you  need — begone; 
we  Ve  nursed  you,  sheltered  you,  and  for  reward  such 
base  ingratitude !  Begone !  Love  — pah — what  is  love 
compared  with  honor,  safety,  and  position  ! 

Lucia. 

Sir,  I  obey.  Madame, —  sir,  farewell.  I  thank  you 
from  my  heart  for  all  your  kindness,  all  your  care.  I 
should  despise  myself  if,  for  the  comfort  of  my  body, 


3tct  <®nc*  45 

I    sacrificed  my  soul.     Don  Juan,  pray  think  of   me 
sometimes  —  farewell.      \_Exeunt  Guzman  and  Lucia. 

Don  Juan. 

Sweet  cousin,  we  shall  meet  again,  I  trow,  and  soon. 

\Enter  Leporello. 
Leporello. 

Oh,  master,  Donna  Elvira  comes,  and  will  hear  no 
denial. 

Don  Juan.  \Aside. 

Lead  her  the  other  way. 

Leporello. 
Nay,  sir,  she  knows  you  're  here. 

Don  Luis. 

Of  whom  speak  you,  knave?  Donna  Elvira,  sister 
to  the  Duke  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Aye,  sir ;  doubtless  to  pay  her  respects  to  you,  and 
by  your  lief  once  I  'm  to  go,  I  '11  lose  no  time,  but  in 
stantly  be  gone. 

Don  Luis. 

Stay.  Perchance  the  lady  brings  important  mes 
sage  from  the  Duke. 


46  SDon 

Don  Juan. 
I  '11  meet  her  and  inquire. 

Don  Luis, 
Stay! 

Don  Juan.  [Aside. 

Go,  Leporello,  intercept  her ;  say  I  will  meet  her  in 
the  garden  at  the  proper  hour. 

Leporello. 
I  fly,  sir. 

Don  Luis. 

Stay! 

Leporello. 
I  stay,  sir.     [Aside.~\     You  see  I  cannot  fly. 

Don  Juan. 
Fool,  you  should  have  acted  sooner. 

[Enter  Donna  Elvira. 

Donna  Elvira. 

Ah,  you  are  here.  I  'm  glad  to  find  you  all.  Ah, 
Don  Juan,  I  came  to  warn  you.  Sir, — madame,  your 
obedient  servant.  \_Courtesies.~]  There  is  no  need  for 
more  concealment,  naughty  boy.  The  sooner  now 
't  is  known  the  better.  I  'd  a  mind  to  make  a  confi 
dant  of  the  Duke.  Naughty  boy,  naughty  boy.  I 
am  not  angry  with  thee. 


47 

Don  Luis  and  Donna  Emilia. 

Oh,  madame,  you  are  most  good,  and  you  will  in 
tercede  with  his  Highness  for  this  wayward  youth? 

Donna  Elvira. 
I  know  not  yet — first  I  will  hear  his  excuses. 

Don  Juan. 
Pray,  madame,  come  and  take  a  walk. 

Donna  Elvira. 

Not  yet —  not  yet.     Who  'd  have  thought  thee  so 
inconstant? 

Don  Juan. 

Pray,  madame,  take  a  walk. 

Donna  Elvira. 

Presently,  dear  Don  Juan,  your  good  parents  must 
know  all. 

Don  Juan. 

They  know  enough  already. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Alas  !  madame,  we  know  all. 

Donna  Elvira. 
And  has  he  told  you  already  ?     Reckless  boy  ! 


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Don  Juan. 
Yes,  yes,  the  whole  story  is  told. 

Donna  Emilia. 

Alas !  madame,  we  know  everything.  Was  ever 
tale  so  sad  ? 

Don  Luis. 

We  feel  our  disgrace,  madame. 

Donna  Elvira. 

Disgrace,  sir?  What!  disgrace!  Call  you  it  dis 
grace  for  your  son  to  win  the  hand  of  Donna  Elvira 
de  Navarro? 

Don  Juan. 

Zounds,  madame,  I  thought  you  were  more  coy. 

Donna  Elvira. 

Tush,  tush,  dear  Don  Juan — now  you  are  so  bitterly 
attacked,  accused,  wronged,  endangered,  and  reviled, 
who  should  stand  by  you  if  not  I — your  bride? 

Don  Luis. 
Madame,  this  is  most  sudden. 

Donna  Emilia. 

This  is  a  great  honor,  and,  Don  Juan,  it  makes  noble 
amends  for  your  slight  flirting. 


49 

Donna  Elvira. 

I  forgive  that — he  has  loved  me  long.     Is  it  not  so, 
Don  Juan? 

Don  Juan.  \_Looking  at  her. 

Yes,  't  is  an  old  love. 

Don  Luis. 

Don  Juan  seems  to  have  spent  much  time  in  our 
neighbor's  house  ? 

Donna  Elvira. 

Poor  loving  boy,  he  could  not  keep  away.     Come, 
good  people,  give  us  your  blessing. 

Don  Luis. 
That  will  I  gladly. 

Donna  Emilia. 
And  I. 

Don  Juan. 

Stay.  No,  Donna  Elvira.  I  cannot  accept  this 
noble  sacrifice.  I  cannot,  and  I  will  not.  I  am  un 
worthy  of  thee — unworthy  of  thy  noble  virtues  and 
thy  beauty.  I  am  overcome  with  the  knowledge  of 
my  guilt,  and  I  must  expiate  my  crime.  I  here  re 
nounce  all  pretensions  to  that  fair  hand — I  am  not 
worthy  or  it.  Heaven  knows  the  nature  of  the  sac 
rifice,  how  great  it  is !  Farewell,  Donna  Elvira.  Fare 
well,  father ;  farewell,  mother.  Come,  Leporello,  you 
7 


50 

shall  share  my  exile.  Donna  Elvira,  forgive,  forget, 
a  wretched  youth  who  loves  you  so  that  he  would 
rather  leave  you  than  pollute  your  love.  Farewell. 

\_Exit  weeping. 

Leporello. 
Farewell.  \Exit  weeping. 

[Donna  Elvira  sinks  fainting. 


[CURTAIN.] 


4Ttoo* 


Don  Juan. 
This  hostelry  will  do  as  well,  for  want  of  a  better. 

Leporello. 

Nay,  methinks  't  is  very  well  indeed,  master,  and 
my  bones  ache  for  jolting  of  that  mule. 

Don  Juan. 

I  '11   warrant   the   mule  aches  for  jolting  of  thee, 

donkey. 

Leporello. 

A  feather  bed  is  better  than  the  damp  grass  where 
on  we  lay  last  night! 

Don  Juan. 

I  slept  well  enough,  albeit  a  dream,  which  I  have  a 

mind  to  tell  thee. 

Leporello. 

Rum  turn  turn,  rum  turn  turn. 

Don  Juan. 
'Sdeath,  I  '11  rum  turn  turn  thy  pate.     What  is  this? 


54  SPtm 

Leporello. 

Pardon,  master,  but  I  do  never  hear  one  say  he  will 
tell  of  a  dream  but  I  bethink  me  of  the  player  who 
steppeth  to  the  lamps  thus,  and  saith:  List  and  I'll 
tell  thee  my  dream  of  last  night — Rum  turn  turn,  rum 

turn  turn. 

Don  Juan. 

Cease  thy  prattle,  and  listen  to  my  dream,  which  I 
pour  into  thee  for  lack  of  a  better  receptacle. 

Leporello. 

If  you  would  pour  a  dram  into  me,  master,  it  would 
be  a  dream  indeed,  and  I  know  of  a  dream  of  a  dram 
I  have  dreamt  of. 

Don  Juan. 

Thou  shalt  have  the  dram  after  the  dream,  but  if 
thou  cease  not  gabbling,  it  shall  be  a  drumming  and 
no  dramming  I  '11  give  thee. 

Leporello. 
Zounds,  sir,  I  am  speechless. 

Don  Juan. 

I  am  not  given  much  to  serious  dreaming,  but  thus 
I  dreamt  last  night.  Back  was  I  in  Sevilla.  I  recog 
nized  my  own  gloomy  chamber  in  which  I  paced,  and 
fretted  as  I  paced.  I  seemed  to  be  burning  with  desire 


55 

of  the  world,  and  a  great  longing  and  striving  for  the 
blue  sky,  and  the  sun,  and  the  green  trees,  and  the  scent 
of  sweet  flowers;  my  mind  ran  full  of  grassy  slopes  and 
shady  arbors,  of  fair  faces  and  glistening  shapes,  of 
sparkling  cups,  of  tinkling  music,  of  perfumes  and  rich 
dresses.  But  the  door  was  bolted,  the  windows  barred. 
And  as  I  paced  as  a  lion  in  a  cage,  I  knew  a  strength 
within  me  to  burst  the  very  walls  of  stone.  Youth 
coursed  through  my  veins  like  molten  fire,  my  voice 
rang  to  the  heavens  and  I  would  have  soared  aloft  with 
it.  Is  there  a  power,  quoth  I,  to  rid  me  of  thraldom?  Is 
there  a  power,  quoth  I,  to  give  me  all  youth's  desires: 
love,  wealth  and  freedom,  and  strength  and  health 
and  power?  As  I  spake  there  came  a  knocking  and 
the  bar  fell  from  the  door,  and  there  entered  one 
shaped  and  dressed  as  a  man,  yet  in  all  else  different 
though  I  knew  not  wherein  it  lay.  "  I  come,"  said 
he,  "at  your  bidding."  To  which  I  answered:  "I 
know  you  not."  "  Nay,"  quoth  he,  "in  truth  thou 
hast  never  met  me,  yet  I  am  an  old  friend  of  thy 
father's,  and  he  has  had  many  dealings  with  me.  I 
am  willing  to  serve  his  son,  and  can  accomplish  for 
thee  all  thy  desires.  Thou  shalt  have  all  the  earth 

affords  of  pleasure. 

Leporello. 

I  tremble,  master.     How  was  this  man  dressed? — 
was  he  not  all  in  red,  with  a  high-peaked  cap  and  a 


56  2Don 

tall  feather,  mustachios  pointed  toward  the  eyes  and  a 

goat's  beard? 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  he  was  most  soberly  clad  in  black,  and  had  a 
scholarly  appearance. 

Leporello. 
The  saints  be  praised !     I  feared  it  was  the  devil. 

Don  Juan. 

T  was  he.  But  mind,  't  is  only  a  dream.  The  devil 
was  a  most  agreeable  person,  affable  and  hearty,  with 
a  wonderful  power  of  conversation  and  entertainment. 
We  soon  closed  a  bargain. 

Leporello. 
A  bargain  with  the  devil !     Master,  I  must  leave  you. 

Don  Juan. 
Stay,  fool,  't  is  only  a  dream. 

Leporello. 
I  like  not  such  dreams. 

Don  Juan. 

I  was  to  be  furnished  health,  wealth,  love  from  all, 
pleasures  unbounded,  and,  in  return,  when  I  died  the 
devil  would  call  for  me. 


2Cct  Ctoo*  57 

Leporello. 
Master!     Master! 

Don  Juan. 
Now  I  bethink  me,  there  was  a  saving  clause. 

Leporello. 
Master,  master!     I  warrant  't  is  a  hard  one. 

Don  Juan. 

Ay.  Should  one  pure  woman  love  me  and  still 
withstand  me  and  the  power  of  the  devil,  then — even 
at  the  last  hour — he  could  not  claim  me.  But  't  was 
all  a  dream — and,  Leporello,  I  'm  young — I  'm  happy 
—  I  'm  free  —  I  '11  love  —  I  '11  enjoy  this  beautiful  world, 
and  for  the  rest  — 

Leporello. 
You  '11  go  to  the  devil. 

Don  Juan. 

Who  is  it  comes  here? 

Leporello. 

Mine  host  of  the  inn,  sir;  doubtless  to  pay  his  re 
spects.      {To  the  host,  who  approaches^     This,  sir,  is 
Don  Juan  de  Marana,  a  noble  gentleman  of  Sevilla. 
I  am  his  faithful  and  valued  valet. 
8 


58  SDon 

Host. 

Noble  sir,  you  are  most  welcome  to  my  house.  My 
servants  bring  a  cup  of  welcome.  'T  is  a  noble  wine, 
sir,  and  grown  on  the  hills  here. 

[Servants  approach  with  wine. 

Don  Juan. 

My  pleasures  begin — give  me  the  cup.  [Drinks. ~\ 
And  now,  sir,  your  wine  is  good — what  pleasures 
doth  your  town  afford? 

Host. 
Sir,  we  have  theatres. 

Don  Juan. 

Theatres!  I  have  been  to  them,  eh,  Leporello?  At 
night,  eh  ?  In  capital  disguises  we  went.  Pray,  what 
plays  play  you,  and  what  theatres  have  you  ?  This 
seems  a  small  place  ? 

Host. 

Sir,  we  have  fifteen  theatres  and  some  eight  odd 
cheaper  places  of  resort. 

Don  Juan. 
Zounds,  man!  and  what's  your  population  ? 

Host. 
Some  fifteen  thousand,  and  growing. 


91  tt  CtDO,  59 

Zto;z  Juan. 
A  thousand  to  a  theatre ;  well,  and  the  plays  ? 

Host. 
"  The  Conspirators,"  for  tragedy. 

Don  Juan. 

We  saw  that  in  Sevilla. 

Host. 
11  The  Blind  Girl  of  Saragossa,"  for  drama. 

Don  Juan. 
We  saw  that  too. 

Host. 

"  The  Calumny,"  for  high  comedy. 

Don  Juan. 
We  saw  that  often. 

Host. 
"The  Jockey's  Revenge,"  for  melodrama.  * 

Don  Juan. 
Zounds,  man  !  give  us  something  new ! 

Host. 

"  The  Weather  Vane  "  —  't  is  a  farce  —  "  The  Spider 
and  the  Web,"  "The  Actor's  Ransom,"  the  burlesque 
of  "  Perfidio,"  and  the  opera  of  "  Radamisto." 


60  SDon 

Don  Juan. 
Why,  man,  we  've  seen  them  all.     Do  you  nothing 

new  here  ? 

Host. 

Oh,  no,  master,  the  people  would  not  permit  it. 
We  import  everything,  and  we  like  foreign  actors  best. 

Don  Juan. 
Then  I  '11  to  no  theater.     What  else  is  stirring? 

Host. 
Much  scandal,  little  truth,  and  some  conjecture. 

Don  Juan. 
What  is  the  scandal  ? 

Host. 

Sir,  the  town  's  full  of  it.  I  know  some  two  dozen 
scandals,  but,  by  your  leave,  I  am  somewhat  pressed 
to-day,  as  for  a  truth  —  I  'm  to  be  married. 

Don  Juan. 
To  be  married  !     Why,  man,  thou  art  upon  sixty  if 

a  day  ? 

Host. 

Certes,  good  sir,  sixty-five. 

Don  Juan. 
And  your  bride? 


5tct  €too*  6 1 

Host. 
Close  on  twenty. 

Don  Juan. 

An'  she  marries  you  for  love  ? 

Host. 

Sir,  in  our  town  none  but  fools  marry  for  love ;  the 
women  wed  for  support,  the  men  for  convenience. 

Don  Juan. 
And  you  wed  to-day  ? 

Host. 

Within  the  hour  the  beautiful  Zerlina,  and  if  not  too 
bold,  I  beg  the  honor  of  your  presence  at  the  ceremony 
and  in  the  dance  on  the  green  this  evening. 

Don  Juan. 

Zounds,  man  !  with  pleasure.  [Exit  host.  Anna 
appears]  And  odds  I  '11  add  another  scandal  to  thy 
list.  Zounds !  Leporello,  have  the  flowers  come  to 
life,  and  is  yon  blossom  walking  hither  ? 

Leporello. 
He's  drunk!     How  I  envy  him. 

Don  Juan. 

Surely,  't  is  a  fairy  bower  this,  where  such  dainty 
lilies  wander  ? 


62  SDon 

Leporello. 
Oh,  heavenly  drunk ! 

Don  Juan. 

Leporello,  see  you  yonder  maiden,  how  airily  she 
walks,  what  pert  and  pretty  air  she  hath,  and  how 
her  hair  shimmers  in  the  sunlight  ? 

Leporello. 

Sir,  I  see  a  stiff  little  girl,  neither  child  nor  woman, 
and  reeking,  no  doubt,  of  pap  and  porridge. 

Don  Juan. 

I  see  a  rose-bud ;  go  speak  with  her  and  bring  her 
hither. 

Leporello. 
Pray,  sir,  what  shall  I  say  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Say  we  are  troubadours  in  search  of  charity. 

Leporello. 
But,  sir,  I  do  not  choose  to  lie. 

Don  Juan. 

Go  to!  Every  good  servant  must  be  a  good  liar. 
Twang  thy  guitar  to  call  her  notice  to  us. 


Ctoo,  63 

Leporello. 
What!  twang  my  guitar  to  a  peasant  girl? 

Don  Juan. 
Odds  fish !  fool,  why  not,  if  she  's  pretty  ? 

Leporello. 
Sir,  I  wager  her  hands  are  black. 

\_Enter  Lucia,  disguised  as  a  page. 

Don  Juan. 

I  '11  warrant  they  're  washed  in  milk.     Give  me  the 
guitar. 

Leporello. 
Sir,  some  one  approaches. 

\Lucia  comes  down,     Anna  draws  back. 

Don  Juan. 
Ho !  what  little  master  have  we  here  ? 

Leporello. 
Sir,  he  has  a  most  ferocious  appearance. 

Don  Juan. 
He  hath  a  gloomy  look,  't  is  true. 


64 

Lucia.        \_Speaking  to  herself. 

They  say  that  he  came  hither.     How  shall  I  dare 
accost  him?     \Perceiving  Don  Juan  and  LeporelloJ] 

Oh,  sirs ! 

Don  Juan. 
Your  servant,  sir. 

Lucia. 

Pray,  sir,  can  you   tell   me   where  I  may  find  one 
Don  Juan  ? 

Don  Juan. 

And  what  would  you  with  him  ? 

Lucia. 
Sir,  I  seek  service  with  him  as  a  page. 

Don  Juan. 

I  think  I  read  this  page.     You  must  apply  to  this 
gentleman. 

Lucia. 

Sir,  but  I  seek  Don  Juan. 

Don  Juan. 

'T  is  he.     This  is  Don  Juan,  and  I  am  his  faithful 
and  valued  valet,  Leporello. 

Lucia. 

Sir,  by  appearances,  I  should  judge  you  to  be  Don 
Juan. 


€too»  65 


Youth,  you  have  seen  little  of  the  world  not  to  know 
that  the  servant  is  better  clad  than  the  master.  This 
gentleman  is  Don  Juan.  Sir  —  are  you  not  Don  Juan, 
sir? 

Leporello. 

Alas,  yes  !     I  am  that  villain. 

Don  Juan. 
What  !     And  I  am  his  rascally  servant,  Leporello. 

Leporello. 

What! 

Don  Juan. 

Sir,  I  confess  I  'm  a  rascal.  I  steal  your  best 
clothes,  your  trinkets,  and  your  small  change.  I  live 
upon  you.  I  drink  your  wines  and  I  eat  your  meat, 
and  among  my  brethren  I  abuse  and  malign  you.  I 
am  a  much  finer  gentleman  than  you,  and  't  is  only 
by  stress  of  circumstances  I  occupy  a  humble  position, 
for  which  my  accomplishments  and  my  amiable  virtues 
totally  unfit  me.  Pray,  sir,  accept  the  service  of  this 
honorable  youth,  and  afford  me  the  opportunity  of 
taking  my  ease  even  more  than  I  do  at  present. 

Leporello. 

You  malign  yourself,  Leporello.     I  know  you  to  be 
9 


66  2Don 

a  noble-minded,  honest,  virtuous,  devoted,  long-suffer 
ing  and  abused  creature,  who  will  meet  his  reward 
only  in  a  better  world.  But  I,  your  master,  am  a 
cross-grained,  worthless  wretch.  I  indulge  myself  in 
every  vice  and  luxury,  careless  of  the  consequences. 
I  regard  women  as  mere  slaves  to  my  wishes,  and  ill- 
treat  and  abuse  all  about  me,  and  I  fear  to  engage  the 
services  of  this  youth  lest  I  return  him  to  his  parents 
contaminated  with  the  atmosphere  of  my  vices. 

Don  Juan. 

A  truce.  Thou  hast  so  long  practised  thy  art  of 
abuse  that  I  am  no  match  for  thee.  Certes,  youth,  I 
am  Don  Juan,  and  take  thee  into  my  service  if  but  to 
prove  to  thee  that  I  am  as  innocent  and  as  frolicsome 
as  a  lamb. 

Lucia. 

Sir,  I  am  sure  I  believe  you. 

Don  Juan. 

I  will  at  once  initiate  thee.  Thou  knowest  the  du 
ties  of  a  page? 

Lucia. 
Sir,  to  serve  you. 

Don  Juan. 

In  my  pastimes.  In  all  other  matters  thou  art  free. 
I  have  a  mind  for  love  and  folly  now,  since  I  have  led 


3tct  Ctoo.  67 

a  youth  of  wisdom,  and  thou  shalt  aid  me.  But  since 
I  'm  little  learned  in  such  matters  yet,  and  thou  hast 
all  appearance  of  a  cunning  eye  and  ready  tongue  — 

Lucia. 

Nay,  nay,  sir,  I  know  naught  of  such  matters. 

Don  Juan. 

We  '11  put  it  to  the  proof  anon.     Here  comes  a  lady. 

[Enter  Donna  Julia. 

Leporello. 
Sir,  't  is  the  Donna  Julia. 

Lucia. 
The  Donna  Julia!  [Donna  Julia  comes  down. 

Donna  Julia. 

Don  Juan,  I  know  not  whether  to  thank  Fortune 
that  I  find  you  or  to  curse  her;  it  is  perchance  an 
other  evil  turn  of  Fortune's  wheel. 

Don  Juan. 

If  to  cast  a  humble  servant  in  your  way  be  ill  for 
tune,  then  Fortune  serves  you  ill.  Pray,  Donna  Julia 
why  alone  and  sad  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
Don  Juan,  I  have  fled  the  house  of  Don  Alonzo. 


68  SDon 

Don  Juan. 
I  do  not  blame  you,  madame. 

Donna  Julia. 

There  is  near  here  a  retreat,  a  cloister,  built  upon 
my  land,  and  yonder  now  I  wend  my  way,  to  seek 
the  peace  and  comfort  of  its  walls.  I  rest  but  here  a 
moment  on  my  journey. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  madame,  I  will  not  have  it  so.  You  cannot 
think  to  hide  such  beauty  from  the  world. 

Donna  Julia. 

What  joys  are  there  for  me,  wedded  to  Don 
Alonzo  ?  But  I  must  not  tarry — he  follows  close, 
and  I  endanger  you  by  speaking  with  you  here. 

Don  Juan. 

Pray,  Leporello,  go  and  watch  by  yonder  copse  and 
warn  if  any  one  approaches.  Here,  sir  —  but  pray, 
what 's  your  name  ? 

Lucia. 
My  name  ?     My  name  is  Guido. 


69 

Don  Juan. 

Well,  then,  good  Guido,  you  shall  add  your  prayers 
to  mine  to  keep  the  Lady  Julia  here. 

Donna  Julia. 

Sir,  do  you  not  perceive  that  if  Don  Alonzo  dis 
cover  you  with  me,  an  innocent  offense  will  seem  a 
horrid  crime.  He  bears  you  no  good  will  and  would 
have  cause  to  punish  you  with  instant  death. 

Lucia. 

Aye,  Don  Juan,  pray  let  the  Donna  Julia  hence. 

Don  Juan. 

What,  Guido,  is  it  thus  you  serve  me  ?  Do  you 
not  perceive  that  I  adore  Donna  Julia  and  would  even 
risk  my  life  for  her  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

Oh,  hush  !  oh,  hush  !  Your  love,  if  love  it  is,  is  un 
requited. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  an'  for  that  it  burns  the  fiercer.  Think  of 
some  argument,  think  of  some  spell,  good  Guido,  to 
bind  the  Lady  Julia  here.  I  cannot  bear  to  have 
her  go. 


70  SDon 

Lucia. 
Sir,  sir, —  do  you  love  her  then  so  much  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Canst  thou  not  see  how  my  heart  is  wrung  ?  Speak 
to  her,  beg  her  to  stay. 

Lucia. 
I  cannot. 

Don  Juan. 

Oh,  Donna  Julia,  stay — or  better,  let  us  go  hence 
together.  Guido,  implore  her. 

Lucia. 
I  cannot. 

Don  Juan. 

What,  Donna  Julia,  what,  Guido,  would  you  see 
me  die  of  love  ?  Never  was  Tantalus  tormented  as  am 
I.  What  were  the  fruits  that  swung  above  his  head, 
the  limpid  stream  that  gurgled  at  his  feet,  hunger  that 
could  not  eat  or  thirst  that  could  not  drink,  to  unre 
quited  love  ?  Speak  for  me,  Guido. 

Lucia. 
Pray,  madame,  go  at  once. 

Don  Juan. 
What ! 


71 

Lucia. 

Hasten  from  hence  and  let  your  feet  have  wings. 
For  every  moment  's  fraught  with  danger. 

Don  Juan. 
This  is  not  pleading  for  me  ! 

Lucia. 

He  does  not  love  you.  It  is  mere  pretense,  and 
every  pretty  face  can  win  his  fancy. 

Don  Juan. 

You  shall  leave  my  service  on  the  spot. 

Donna  Julia. 
Young  sir,  I  do  not  know  you,  but  you  counsel  well. 

Lucia. 

Aye,  madame,  for  I  speak  the  truth.  I  know  a 
maiden  whom  he  vowed  he  loved,  and  left  for  that  he 
knew  not  if  he  loved  her  well  enough  to  wed  her. 

Don  Juan. 
Ho  !     This  is  treachery  !         \Leporello  comes  down. 

Leporello.  \_0n  terrace. 

Sir,  sir,  the  Don  Alonzo  comes  with  some  ten  thou 
sand  men  ! 


72  SDon 

Don  Juan. 
Ten  thousand! 

Leporello. 
Or  something  nigh  to  that 

Lucia. 

Oh,  fly,  fly.     Donna  Julia,  go — Oh,  Don  Juan,  now 
you  are  surely  lost. 

Don  Juan. 

Come,  Donna  Julia,  let  us  go. 

Lucia. 
Stay,  sir,  I  will  go  with  her. 

Don  Juan. 
Thou  !  Thou  art  no  protection. 

\ 

Lucia. 
I  have  a  sword. 

Don  Juan. 
Thou  hast  a  toothpick. 

Leporello. 
Oh,  sir,  sir,  they  come. 

Lucia. 
Don  Juan,  fly ! 


73 

Don  Juan. 
Come,  Donna  Julia. 

Lucia. 

Stay! 

Don  Juan. 
First  fly,  then  stay  — 

Donna  Julia. 
Farewell,  Don  Juan. 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  I  go  too. 

Lucia. 
And  I. 

Don  Juan. 
We  do  not  need  thee. 

Lucia.  \_Stamping  foot. 

But  I  will  go ! 

Don  Juan. 
Here  's  a  fine  page. 

Leporello. 
And  here  he  comes. 

[Guzman  comes  down.     Leporello  on  terrace 
rushes  at  him. 

Leporello. 

Down  with  the  villain.     Would  you  dare  to  attack 
my  master  ?     Put  up  your  sword,  Sir  Duke,  or  I  will 
kill  you. 
10 


74 

Guzman. 
Fool,  what  's  this  ? 

Leporello. 

Oh,  pardon,  sir — I  thought  you  were  the  Duke 
come  to  kill  my  master,  and  I  was  about  to  destroy 
you. 

Guzman. 

Stand  aside,  Leporello. 

Leporello. 
'T  is  fortunate  I  stayed  my  hand. 

Guzman.  [  Coming  down. 

Donna  Julia  !  How  came  you  here  with  Don  Juan  ? 
I  am  loath  to  believe  — 

Donna  Julia. 
We  met  by  chance. 

Guzman. 
Is  it  truly  so  ? 

Lucia. 
Yes!     Yes! 

Guzman. 
Whither  are  you  bound,  Donna  Julia  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
E'en  to  my  Abbey  of  the  White  Ladies. 


75 


Madame,  by  your  leave,  I  will  accompany  you. 

\_Enter  above  Don  Alonzo. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  Sir  Guzman,  I  will  escort  the  Lady  Julia  and 
protect  her. 

Don  Alonzo.  {On  terrace. 

Pardon  me,  /  will  protect  her. 

Lucia.  [R. 

Don  Alonzo  !     Lost  ! 

Don  Alonzo. 

Madame,  pray  come  here.  Sir,  you  will  offer  me 
some  explanation  for  your  presence  here  with  the 
Duchess  of  Navarro. 

Don  Juan. 
I  decline  an  explanation. 

Guzman. 

My  lord,  it  is  by  chance  they  met.  Don  Juan  be 
ing  on  his  travels,  the  Duchess  on  the  way  to  her 
Abbey  of  the  White  Ladies. 

Don  Alonzo. 
I  do  not  believe  it. 


76  SDon 

Don  Juan. 
And  I  say  that  Guzman  speaks  the  truth. 

Don  Alonzo. 
And  I  say  that  you  lie. 

Don  Juan. 

[  Tearing  off  his  glove,  throwing  it  in  the  face 
of  Don  Alonzo. 

This  is  too  much !  Now,  sir,  if  you  're  a  man,  or 
any  part  or  parcel  of  a  man — or  the  mere  semblance 
or  the  shadow  of  a  man  —  you  '11  fight. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Guzman,  hand  me  that  glove.  I  accept  your  chal 
lenge,  and  will  send  you  a  messenger  anon.  And 
mark  me  well,  Den  Juan,  this  glove  shall  gag  you. 

Don  Juan. 

Sir,  if  you  prove  your  bragging,  you  may  prove 
you  're  gagging.  Pray,  let  me  hear  from  you  with 
out  delay. 

Don  Alonzo. 

I  '11  wager  you  will  hear  from  me  too  soon  to  please 
you.  Guzman,  beware  how  you  anger  me.  I  com 
mit  the  Donna  Julia  to  your  charge.  You  will  at 
once  escort  her  to  the  Abbey,  where  I  shall  presently 
join  you.  [Exit  Don  Alonzo. 


77 

Donna  Julia. 

Farewell,  Don  Juan.  I  implore  you  not  to  delay, 
to  place  yourself  in  safety. 

Guzman. 
Don  Juan,  I  have  sad  forebodings  for  your  future. 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  sir,  I  was  not  born  to  die  so  soon. 

Guzman. 
The  morning  does  not  tell  the  story  of  the  day. 

Don  Juan. 

Go,  raven,  thou  art  always  croaking.  Madame, 
farewell,  for  a  while.  Guzman,  be  not  too  harsh  with 
me.  I  have  enjoyed  so  little  yet. 

Guzman. 

Go  to  !     Go  to  !     Where  the  sweetest  blossoms  blow, 

the  deadliest  serpents  dwell.     May  heaven  guard  thee 

ever  and  farewell.       [Goes  up  steps  with  Donna  Julia. 

Exeunt  Donna  Julia  and  Guzman. 

Don  Juan. 

There,  now  the  clouds  are  past  and,  my  fair  Guido, 
we  may  enjoy  our  lives. 


7  8  SDon 

Guido.  [L.  C. 

It  seems  to  me  the  horizon  is  very  dark. 

Don  Juan. 

Another  word  like  that  and  I  will  run  thee  thro'. 
I  saw  a  maiden  yonder  in  the  trees — aye,  there  she 
goes.  [Anna  comes  out  R. 

Don  Juan. 

Now  thou  shalt  help  me  better  than  thou  didst 
awhile  ago.  Whene'er  I  'm  short  of  metaphor,  thou 
shalt  supply  the  want.  Leporello,  twang  thy  guitar. 

\_Leporello  touches  guitar.     Anna  comes  out 
under  the  trees. 

Don  Juan. 

{Approaching  Anna. 

Pray,  tell  me,  is  there  only  one  flower  blooming  in 
all  this  garden  here  ? 

Anna. 

Sir,  there  are  flowers  all  about. 

Don  Juan.  • 

I  saw  but  one,  but  one  — 

Lucia.  \_Prompting  him. 

Dandelion. 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  but  one  rose-bud,  and  I  would  pluck  it  and  — 


9Cct  Ctoo.  79 

Lucia.  \_Prompting  him. 

Let  it  wither. 

Don  Juan. 
Let  it  wither  —  nay,  wear  it  near  my  heart. 

Anna.  [R. 

Sir,  I  do  not  understand  you. 

Don  Juan.  [R.  c. 

You  do  not  understand  me?     Does  not  your  heart 
tell  you  that  I  —  I  am  — 

Lucia.  [c. 

Fooling  thee. 

Don  Juan. 

Fooling  thee  —  nay,  that  I  am  irresistibly  drawn 
toward  thee.     When  I  saw  you  standing  like  a  — 

Lucia. 
Gawk. 

Don  Juan. 

Gawk,  nay,  nay,  like  a  fairy,  plucking  with  those 
hands  so  white  and  — 

Lucia. 
Bony. 

Don  Juan. 

Bony,  nay,  nay,  slender,  the  blossoms,  I  knew  I  had 
found  at  last  a  little  maiden  whom  I  could  love  and  — 

Lucia. 
Leave. 


so  SDon  Si 

Don  Juan. 

No,  wed,  wed  [Looking  at  Lucia],  wed !     Let  us 
wander  —  let  me  tell  you  a  thousand  — 

Lucia. 
Lies. 

Don  Juan. 
Lies !     Oh  — 

[Don  Juan  stamps  his  foot  in  anger,  and  exits 
hastily  with  Anna. 

Leporello.          [Seated  on  bench. 
Rum  turn  turn.     For  a  thoroughgoing  villain,  com 
mend  me  to  my  master.     I  've  a  mind  to  trounce  him  ! 
There  's  wine  in  this  stoup  still.  [Drinks. 

[Enter  Sebastien.     He  is  very  pale  and  poorly 
clad,  after  the  manner  of  a  student. 

Sebastien. 
Pray,  sir,  can  you  tell  me  is  there  a  wedding  here 

to-day  ? 

Leporello. 

I  know  for  no  surety  of  a  wedding,  but  there  are 
many  chances  for  some  funerals. 

Sebastien. 

True,  most  true  !     I  know  of  nothing  truer  of  myself 
than  that. 


9Ect€too,  8 1 

Leporello. 
Sir,  are  you  dying  ? 

Sebastien. 
A  like  to. 

Leporello. 
Sir,  I  prithee  sit  down.     And  what  is  your  disease  ? 

Sebastien. 
It  is  of  the  heart. 

Leporello. 

Sir,  drink  of  this  wine ;  it  will  go  straight  to  it. 

[Offers  wine. 
Sebastien. 

I  thank  you,  sir.     I  desire  naught  to  keep  life  in  me. 
Did  you  say  the  wedding  is  for  to-day  ? 

Leporello.  \_Seated. 

I  did  hear  of  a  wedding. 

Sebastien. 
One  Zerlina  to  the  aged  host  of  this  inn  ? 

Leporello. 
Even  so. 

Sebastien. 

Sir,  this  Zerlina  was  to  be  my  bride. 

Leporello. 

And  did  she  flout  you  ? 
II 


82  SDon 

Sebastien. 
Nay,  she  was  forced  to  it     I  am  an  actor. 

Leporello. 

[Moves  hastily  to  the  other  end  of  the  bench. 
Heaven  defend  us ! 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  I  have  never  done  any  harm. 

Leporello. 

I  am  willing  to  believe  you.  Still,  you  are  ill 
spoken  of. 

Sebastien. 

'T  is  the  cause  of  all  my  sorrow.  Whilst  I  amused, 
I  was  tolerated,  and  mistook  toleration  for  friendship. 
When  I  woo'd  the  daughter  of  the  house,  they  mocked 
me  and  thrust  me  from  the  door. 

Leporello. 
You  must  confess  you  had  much  assurance. 

Sebastien. 

Sir,  I  am  a  well-born,  well-bred,  well-mannered 
man,  and  her  father  is  a  tallow-chandler.  They  wed 
her  to  an  aged  liquor-dealer. 


83 

Leporello. 
Sir,  you  know  the  power  of  gold  ? 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  I  have  felt  naught  but  its  sting. 

Leporello. 

Your  story,  sir,  touches  me.  Can  I  do  aught  to 
help  you?  [Enter  Don  Luis.']  Zounds!  an'  if  that 
be  not  Don  Luis,  write  me  down  ass.  Come  aside, 
sir,  with  me  swiftly,  and  I  will  tell  you  what  I  may  do. 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  you  are  very  good. 

[Both  exit.     Don  Luis  comes  down. 

Don  Luis. 

The  conduct  of  this  boy  will  bring  ruin  on  our  fam 
ily.  It  seems  that  Don  Juan  came  in  this  direction, 
and  I  have  ridden  hard.  [Attendants  commence  light 
ing  lamps  in  garden.^  Ho,  man,  what  is  in  prepara 
tion  here  ? 

Attendant. 

Sir,  the  wedding  guests  will  dance  on  the  green 
anon,  and  I  have  orders,  by  your  leave,  to  light  the 
lamps. 


84  £>0tt 

Don  Luis. 
Whose  wedding  ? 

Attendant. 

The  host  of  this  inn  to  Zerlina — the  belle  of  the 

town. 

Don  Luis. 

T  is  well.  Weddings,  elopements,  betrothals ! 
There  was  a  time  when  I  too — what  ho — who  's  this  ? 

\_Sebastien  approaches. 
Sebastien. 

Noble  sir,  I  throw  myself  upon  your  mercy. 

Don  Luis. 
Sir,  how  can  I  be  of  service  to  you  ? 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  I  am  a  poor  student,  but  of  noble  birth. 

Don  Luis. 
Speak  on. 

Sebastien. 

In  brief,  the  host  of  this  inn,  a  man  —  saving  your 
presence — of  great  age,  by  the  power  of  gold  and  in 
fluence  has  robbed  me  of  my  bride.  I  am  assured, 
sir,  that  you  are  a  man  of  unequaled  generosity. 
There  is  to  be  a  dance  here  anon.  Sir,  will  you  win 
me  back  my  bride  and  earn  the  eternal  blessings  of  a 
suffering  youth  ? 


85 

Don  Luis. 
I  see  no  way  to  aid  you,  if  I  would. 

Sebastien. 

[  Turns  for  approval  to  Leporello,  who  stands 
behind  a  tree  and  nods  or  shakes  his  head. 

A  gentleman  of  high  rank,  who  knows  you  well, 
but  who  saith  he  hath  affairs  of  his  own  that  hold  his 
time,  hath  sent  me  to  you  with  this  message. 

Don  Luis. 

Pray,  sir,  was  it  Don  Alonzo  ? 
i 

Sebastien. 
He  bade  me  not  to  say. 

Don  Luis. 

Sir,  you  come  well  recommended ;  and  since  I  owe 
your  friend  a  heavy  debt,  I  '11  pay  it.  Command  me. 

Sebastien. 

Then,  sir,  the  way  is  this.  You  are  to  elope  with 
Zerlina  after  the  dance.  The  power  of  your  name 
and  of  your  friend's — for  he  doth  promise  all  protec 
tion — will  stay  pursuit.  I  will  be  there  to  take  her 
from  your  hands. 


86 

Don  Luis. 
I  am  somewhat  old. 

Sebastien. 

Nay,  sir,  I  hear  your  blood  flows  young  and  that 
you  love  these  pastimes  well — 

Don  Luis. 

'T  is  true  —  assure  your  friend,  the  Duke,  I  '11  do 
his  say.  Commend  me  to  him  well — but  here  they 
come. 

Sebastien. 
See,  that  is  she,  Zerlina. 

Don  Luis. 
How  can  I  tell,  where  every  one  is  masked  ? 

Sebastien. 

Pray,  sir,  and  don  yours  too.  It  is  an  ancient  cus 
tom  that  none  shall  show  face  till  after  the  betrothal. 

Don  Luis. 
A  murrain  on  it.     I  'd  like  to  see  the  girl. 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  't  is  yonder  maiden  in  the  cloak. 


87 

Don  Luis. 
But  there  are  two. 

Sebastien. 
Trust  to  the  eye  of  love. 

Don  Luis. 

Hey  day !  't  is  blind.  But  this  is  your  affair,  not 
mine. 

Sebastien. 

I  thank  you,  sir;  I  '11  wait  you  yonder  in  the  copse. 
[  They  go  up.     Two  masked  figures  approach. 

Donna  Emilia. 

[  Cloaked  and  masked. 

Sir,  I  implore  forgiveness  for  my  son.  Think  of 
his  youth.  I  have  come  hither,  unbeknown  to  my 
husband,  to  throw  myself  at  your  feet. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Pray,  madame,  do  not  inconvenience  yourself. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Alonzo,  you  loved  me  once. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Madame,  we  are  too  apt  to  be  reminded  at  conve 
nience  of  affections  that  are  dead.  You  do  not  love 


88  SDon 

me  now,  and  our  interests  conflict.     I  '11  sacrifice  no 
morsel  of  my  vengeance  to  a  bran-stuffed  memory. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Alonzo,  spare  my  child. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Madame,  I  will  kill  him  for  dishonoring  my  house. 

[Exit. 

[Don  Luis  enters.     Leporello  points 
to  Donna  Emilia. 

Don  Luis.  [Approaching. 

Fair  Zerlina  ! 

Donna  Emilia. 

[Aside,  and  masking  quickly. 
Don  Luis  here ! 

Don  Luis. 

Fair  Zerlina,  't  is  needless  to  shade  that  face  beneath 
a  mask;  thy  form  betrays  the  beauty  thou  wouldst 
hide;  that  graceful  curve,  those  crisp,  short  curls  upon 
the  neck  betray  thee  but  too  well.  Thou  art  Zerlina. 

Donna  Emilia.  [Aside. 

'T  is  long  since  he  has  wooed  me. 


Ctoo*  89 

Don  Luis. 

Pray  have  the  dance  with  me.  I  am  not  young  as 
you,  nor  fair,  but  there  is  a  fire  in  my  eye,  and  I 
have  tilted  in  many  a  joust  of  love. 

Donna  Emilia.  [Aside. 

I  do  not  doubt.     Oh,  sir  ! 

Don  Luis. 

Give  me  thy  hand.  Come,  dance  with  me  to-night, 
and  make  thyself  the  proudest  trophy  I  have  won. 

Donna  Emilia.          [In  a  whisper. 
Sir,  an  you  wish  it.      Oh,  should  my  husband  see 
me! 

Don  Ltiis. 
Think  not  of  him,  of  that  decrepit  dotard. 

[  They  go  up. 
[Dance.     Don  Juan  and  Zerlina  come  down. 

Don  Juan. 

Thou  dancest  like  a  fairy  —  the  zephyr  on  the 
leaves,  the  wing  of  a  gnat  in  the  moonshine  are  not  as 
light  as  thou. 

Zerlina. 
Fair  sir,  you  — 
12 


90  SDon 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  cease  not,  but  take  that  ugly  plaster  from  thy 
face  that  I  may  see  thy  lips. 

Zerlina. 
There  — 

Don  Juan. 
Now  thou  art  good  indeed,  and  may  I  kiss  them  ? 

See,  we  are  alone. 

Zerlina. 
I  would  not  — 

Don  Juan. 

When  woman  says  she  would  not,   she    will,  and 
when  she  will  not,  she  would ;  therefore  thou  wouldst. 

{Kisses  her. 
Zerlina. 

Oh,  sir,  you  steal  my  senses  from  me. 

Don  Juan. 
Exchange  is  no  robbery,  and  since  thou  hast  stolen 

my  heart  — 

Zerlina. 

In  so  brief  a  space  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Why  should  it  take  so  long  to  light  a  fire  ?     Thou 
hast  kindled  it  and  I  am  all  aflame.     And  thou  — 


Ctoo*  91 

Zerlina. 

I  know  not.  Oh,  this  is  some  witchery;  I  am 
strangely  moved.  I  know  not  myself.  Sir,  there 
was  one  other  — 

Don  Juan. 

Was !  He  is  forgotten,  as  I  forget  all  others  now 
for  you. 

Zerlina. 
Poor  Sebastien  ! 

\_Enter  Sebastien  R.  2  E. 

Sebastien* 

Gently,  sir,  if  you  please ;  you  are  somewhat  too 
officious. 

Don  Juan. 
Who  is  this  fellow  ? 

Sebastien. 
You  must  not  kiss  my  wife  that  is  to  be. 

Zerlina. 
Let  him  alone,  Sebastien. 

*  The  brief  scene  which  here  follows  is  to  be  found  in  Moliere's 
play  of  Don  Juan. 


92  2Don 

Sebastien. 

Not  I.  I  will  not.  Because  you  are  a  gentleman, 
you  come  and  caress  our  wives.  Go  and  kiss  your 
own. 

Don  Juan. 
Never ! 

[  Geralda  comes  down. 
Zerlina. 

Oh,  Sebastien,  don't  be  angry.  He  's  to  marry  me, 
and  I  will  be  a  lady.  You  ought  to  be  glad  if  you 
love  me.  You  ought  to  be  unselfish  and  rejoice. 

Sebastien. 
No,  I  would  sooner  see  thee  hanged. 

[Sebastien  and  Zerlina  engage  in  an 
animated  discussion. 

Don  Juan. 

[Perceiving  Geralda. 

Excuse  me,  you  are  very  beautiful ;  do  you  belong 
to  the  village  ?  What  is  your  name  ? 

Geralda. 

Geralda,  at  your  service.  I  am  maid  to  a  lady  of 
high  degree. 


93 

Don  Juan. 
What  beauty  !     What  piercing  eyes  ! 

Geralda. 
Sir,  you  make  me  quite  ashamed. 

Don  Juan. 
Pray,  tell  me,  pretty  Geralda,  are  you  married  ? 

Geralda. 
No,  sir,  but  soon  shall  be. 

Don  Juan. 

What !  A  beauty  like  you  become  the  wife  of  some 
clodhopper !  Nay,  you  deserve  a  better  fate.  I  love 
you  with  all  my  heart.  This  passion  is  doubtless 
somewhat  sudden,  but  it  is  owing  to  your  great  beauty. 
I  love  you  as  much  in  five  minutes  as  I  could  another 
in  six  months.  Let  me  take  you  from  this  wretched 
place,  and  place  you  in  a  position  you  deserve. 

Geralda. 

Sir,  I  do  not  know  what  to  do  when  you  speak.  I 
do  not  know  whether  you  speak  the  truth  or  not  ? 


94  SDon 

Don  Juan. 

What !  you  doubt  my  sincerity  ?     Let  me  give  you 
one  kiss  as  pledge.  [j)on  juan  kisses  Geralda. 

[Zerlina  breaks  away  from  Sebastien. 

Zerlina. 
Sir,  what  are  you  doing  there  with  Geralda  ? 

Sebastien. 
Zounds !  I  will  go  and  tell  my  influential  friend  to 

help  me. 

[Exit  Sebastien. 

Don  Juan. 
I  am  telling  her  how  much  I  admire  you. 

Geralda. 
What  does  Zerlina  want  with  you  ? 


Don  Juan. 

She  is  jealous  because  I  speak  to  you,  and  wishes 
me  to  marry  her.  [Aside  to  Zerlina.~\  I  will  wager 
she  '11  tell  you  I  was  courting  her. 


95 

Geralda. 

Zerlina,  it  is  needless  for  you  to  interfere ;  the  gen 
tleman  has  been  won  by  my  appearance  and  wishes  to 
marry  me. 

Don  Juan.  [  To  Zerlina. 

What  did  I  tell  you  ?     She  's  a  little  foolish. 

Zerlina.  [To  Gerald  a. 

Get  ye  hence !  He  would  not  look  at  you.  This 
gentleman  loves  me,  do  you  not,  sir  ? 

Don  Juan. 

\_Nods  to  Zerlina,  then  turns  to  Geralda. 

Did  I  not  tell  you  so  ?    Take  no  notice  of  her.    The 

wine  and   the  dance   have  excited  her  imagination. 

[To  Zerlina.~\     All  will  be  made  known  at  the  proper 

time  when  I  claim  you  before  all  the  world. 

[  Walks  to  L.  with  Zerlina. 

Geralda.  \_Following  them. 

Sir,  put  her  in  her  place. 

Zerlina. 
Humble  her  now.      Tell  her  that  I  am  your  choice. 


96  2Don 

Don  Juan. 

\Taking  their  hands  and  glancing  first  at 
one  and  then  at  the  other. 

What  necessity  is  there  for  me  to  speak  ?  The  one 
who  speaks  the  truth  knows  it,  and  there  is  no  need 
for  me  to  tell  it  to  her.  Facts  prove  more  than  words, 
and  when  I  marry,  you  will  see  which  of  you  two  has 
my  heart.  [Aside  to  Geralda.~\  Let  her  believe  what 
she  will.  [Aside  to  ZerlinaJ]  Let  her  flatter  herself. 
I  adore  you  only.* 

Leporello. 

\_Entering  quickly. 
Sir,  sir,  the  Don  Alonzo  comes.     It  is  not  safe  here. 

Lucia. 

{Entering  quickly. 

Oh,  sir,  sir,  there  is  some  treachery  afoot  —  come 
hence ! 

Don  Juan. 
I  am  engaged  now  and  will  come  anon. 

Lucia. 
Oh,  Don  Juan,  there  is  a  scheme  abroad  to  kill  you. 

*  The  scene  from  Moliere  ends  here. 


€toO*  97 

Leporello. 
Twelve  men  on  horseback  are  in  search  of    ou. 


Anna.  [Coming  down. 

Don  Juan,  you  said  you  loved  me. 

Don  Juan.  [Embracing  her. 

'  Tis  true,  I  adore  you. 

Lucia. 
Don  Juan,  come  —  come  with  me. 

Don  Juan. 
In  a  few  minutes. 

Leporello. 
Fly,  master  ! 

Don  Juan. 
In  a  moment. 

Geralda. 
Oh,  sir,  do  not  forsake  me  ! 


Don  Juan.          [Embracing  her. 
Never ! 

13 


98 

Zerlina. 
I  left  Sebastien  for  you,  and  he  loved  me. 

Don  Juan.          [Embracing  her. 
Trust  to  me. 

Anna. 
Oh,  sir,  be  true  to  me. 

Don  Jiian.          {Embracing  her. 
I  will. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Don  Luis,  protect  your  son. 

Don  Juan. 
My  mother's  voice ! 

Don  Luis. 

Horrible !     I  was   nigh   eloping  with   you.      Don 
Juan  !  [Enter  Donna  Elvira. 

Don  Juan. 
My  father's  voice ! 

Sebastien.          [  Coming  down  L. 
Now,  sir,  render  me  an  account  of  your  conduct. 


With  pleasure. 


99 
Don  Juan.          [Turning  to  him. 


Donna  Elvira. 

\Embracing  Don  Juan,  on  the  other  side. 
Come  —  come,    dear    Don    Juan,  come  with    thy 
Elvira. 

\Don  Juan  turns,  looks  at  Donna 
Elvira,  and  exits. 


[  CURTAIN.] 


3tct  Cfjree, 


* 


\The  oratory  of  the  Duchess,  in  the  cloister. 
Duchess  and  Lucia. 

[Donna  Julia,  back  of  table,  seated.  Lticia 
seated  right  of  table.  Geralda  brushing 
Donna  Julia's  hair. 


Donna  Julia. 

Dear  Lucia,  I  might  have  known  your  secret  had 
the  hours  been  calmer. 

Lucia. 
Madame,  I  live  now  but  to  serve  you. 

Donna  Julia. 

Nay,  thou  shalt  not  immolate  thyself.  With  me  all 
hope  is  dead.  Chained  to  a  horrible  destiny,  these 
gray  walls  will  bring  me  all  the  happiness  I  '11  ever 
find.  For  thee,  the  world  is  thine,  and  Don  Juan 
will  love  thee  yet. 


104  SDon  3[uan* 

Lucia. 

Nay,  dear  madame,  I  will  stay  with  you.  Don 
Juan  will  never  love  poor  me  as  I  love  him. 

[Enter  Guzman,  left  door.     Lucia  rises. 

Guzman. 

\Bows  to  Donna  Julia. 

Madame,  the  perfidy  of  Don  Juan  is  but  too  sure ; 
he  is  unworthy,  Lucia,  of  your  love — madame,  of 
your  regard.  I  bring  the  proofs  of  his  guilt,  which 
you  would  not  believe, — and  you  will  now  —  pardon 
me,  madame — both  be  happier  for  that  your  love  is 
killed.  He  was  about  to  carry  away  a  girl  of  the  vil 
lage  when  Don  Alonzo  came  upon  the  scene. 

Donna  Julia. 

I  will  not  believe,  sir,  that,  in  the  face  of  all  I  —  we 
—  dared  for  him,  Don  Juan  would  be  guilty  of  such 
treachery. 

Lucia. 
Alas,  madame,  I  know  him  but  too  well. 

Guzman.    \_Guzman  opens  door. 
Enter. 

\Enter  Zerlina  and  Sebastien. 


105 

Guzman. 
This  maiden  and  this  youth  can  tell  the  tale. 

Donna  Julia. 

I  do  not  care  to  hear  it.     I  shall  see  him  never 
more,  and  shall  be  happier  for  the  tale  untold. 

Lucia. 
And  I,  had  I  not  seen  it 

Donna  Julia. 
Thou? 

Lucia. 

Poor  child  !  she  was  willing  and  unwilling.     'T  was 
his  art 

Donna  Julia. 
What  is  thy  name  ? 

Zerlina. 

Zerlina,  an  't  please  your  Highness. 

Donna  Julia. 
And  who  is  this  ? 

Zerlina. 
Madame,  he  is  my  lover,  an  't  please  your  Grace. 


io6  2Don 

Donna  Julia. 
Is  this  the  man  thou  wert  to  marry  ? 

Sebastien. 

Nay,  your  Grace,  she  was  about  to  wed  an  old  man 
and  break  my  heart  and  disgrace  herself. 

Lucia. 
Oh,  hush  !  you  are  too  forward. 

Donna  Julia. 

Nay,  let  it  be  —  I  am  punished  for  my  fault.  \To 
ZerlinaJ]  Child,  thou  art  well  saved.  Wed  not  an 
old  man.  And  Don  Juan  saved  thee,  did  he  not  ? 

Zerlina. 
I  know  not,  madame. 

Donna  Julia. 
How  !     Thou  knowest  not  ? 

Zerlina. 

It  seemed  to  me  I  knew  not  myself  for  a  while.  He 
said  he  loved  me  —  then  Sebastien  came. 


107 

Donna  Julia. 
We  need  hear  no  more.     Guzman,  let  them  go. 

Sebastien. 

Pray,  your  Grace,  your  protection,  or  I  shall  never 
wed  Zerlina,  since  the  old  man  — 

Donna  Julia. 

See  to  it,  Guzman,  that  they  are  married  here. 
Have  you  means,  sir,  to  support  a  wife  ?  —  what  are 
you  ? 

Sebastien. 
An  actor. 

Lucia. 

Madame,  I  have  heard  't  is  no  worse  to  wed  an  old 
man  than  to  marry  an  actor. 

Sebastien. 
'T  is  true,  madame,  we  are  not  generally  liked. 

Donna  Julia. 
What  is  thy  line  of  art,  man  ? 

Sebastien. 
Madame,  by  your  leave,  I  am  a  tragic  actor. 


i  os  SDon  3[uatt 

Donna  Julia. 
Then  I  am  sure  you  must  need  my  purse. 

Sebastien. 
Madame,  I  never  refuse  a  benefit. 

{Exeunt  Zerlina,  Sebastien,  and  Guzman. 

Donna  Julia. 

Those  humble  children  will  be  happy.     How  shall 
we  deal  with  Don  Juan  ? 

Lucia. 
Forget  him. 

Donna  Julia. 
Assuredly. 

Lucia. 
It  is  certain  we  must  never  see  him  again. 

Donna  Julia. 
Most  certain. 

Lucia. 
Of  course  he  will  attempt  to  see  us. 

Donna  Julia. 
Of  course. 

Lucia. 
And  that  must  be  prevented. 


3tct  Cljree.  109 

Donna  Julia. 
Certainly,  but  how  ? 


Lucia. 


Ah,  yes  —  how  ? 


Donna  Julia. 
We  might  send  him  a  letter. 

Lucia. 
I  am  not  strong  in  penmanship. 

V 

Donna  Julia. 
Nor  I. 

Lucia. 

I  do  not  think  I  could  express  myself  with  sufficient 
force  and  determination  in  writing. 

[A  paper  wrapped  about  a  stone  is  thrown 
through  window. 

Donna  Julia  and  Lucia.         {Starting. 
What  is  that  ? 

Geralda. 

Madame,  it  looks  like  a  piece  of  paper. 

Donna  Julia. 
It  caused  too  much  noise  for  a  piece  of  paper. 


no 

G era  Ida. 
It  is  wrapped  about  a  stone,  madame. 

Lucia 
It  may  be  a  letter  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

A  letter  from  whom  ?     Who  would  dare  to  disturb 
our  peace  in  this  sanctuary  ? 

Lucia. 
Perhaps  — 

Donna  Julia. 
You  think  — 

Lucia. 
It  may  be  — 

Donna  Julia. 
From  — 

Lucia. 
Do  not  mention  him. 

Donna  Julia. 
No,  never ! 

Lucia. 
If  it  were  from  — 

Donna  Julia. 
Him  — 


Lucia. 
Of  course  we  must  not  read  it. 

Donna  Julia. 
And  if  it  is  not  ? 

Lucia. 
Why,  then,  of  course  — 

Donna  Julia. 

\_Looking  fixedly  at  paper  on  floor. 
Let  us  not  think  of  it. 

Lucia. 

[  With  her  eyes  upon  the  paper. 

No,  it  will  be  better  to  turn  our  thoughts  to  other 
subjects. 

Donna  Julia. 
Yes,  that  will  be  wiser. 

Lucia. 

We  might,  perhaps,  first  satisfy  ourselves  that  it  is 
not  a  letter. 

Donna  Julia. 
And  if  it  is  — 


H2 

Lucia. 
Why,  then  we  might  make  sure  that  it  is  not  from 

him. 

Donna  Julia. 

Of  course,  it  could  not  be  a  missive  for  you. 

Lucia.  {Rising. 

Pray,  madame,  why  not  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
Because,  Don — he  does  not  write  letters  to  pages. 

Lucia. 

I  forgot — then  as  I  am  quite  sure  it  is  not  for  me, 
there  will  be  no  harm  — 

Donna  Julia. 
It  is  thus  I  was  thinking  — 

Lucia. 
Geralda,  pray  bring  me  yon  paper. 

\_Geralda  picks  up  paper;  stone  falls  to 
floor.     Holds  up  paper. 

Geralda. 
Yes,  madame,  it  is  indeed  a  letter. 

[  Goes  back  of  Donna  Julia. 


3Cct  Cfjrec*  113 

Lucia. 
There  is  something  written  certainly,  and  in  verse. 

[Reads. 

When  Venus  was  flouted  by  Mars — 

Was  she,  madame  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
I  do  not  recollect,  but  I  have  no  doubt  she  was. 

Lucia.  [Reads. 

When  Venus  was  flouted  by  Mars, 

The  Goddess  affirmed  in  a  rage  : 
By  the  Sky,  the  Styx,  and  the  Stars 

She  'd  follow  the  God  as  a  page. 

[Stops  suddenly. 
Oh! 

Donna  Julia.  [Laughs. 

Ha,  ha,  ha !  for  the  life  of  me,  dear  Lucia,  I  cannot 
refrain  from  laughing. 

Lucia. 
Madame,  do  you  think  this  is  intended  for  me  ? 


Donna  Julia. 
It  seemeth  so. 

15 


Lucia. 
Oh,  no,  it  cannot  be ;  I  should  die  of  shame. 

[Reads. 
When  Mars  beheld  love  as  a  boy, 

Aware  that  the  boy  was  the  mother, 
He  vowed  in  excess  of  his  joy — 
He  could  n't  tell  one  from  the  other. 

Donna  Julia. 
I  think  there  is  no  doubt ;  but  read  on,  dear  Lucia. 

Lucia.  [Reads. 

His  ardor  inflamed  by  the  view 

Of  adorable  charms  he  had  slighted, 
He  craved  but  a  tryst  to  renew 

All  the  vows  of  affection  he  *d plighted. 

I  '11  read  no  more.     [Scanning-  paperJ]     There  is  no 
more. 

Donna  Julia. 

It  is  evident  we  must  not  be  disturbed  by  a  missive 
such  as  yonder — 

Lucia. 

He  is  so  persistent — 

Donna  Julia. 

And  will  be  the  more  we  rebuff  him.     'T  is  man's 
nature. 


3tct  Ctjree,  115 

Lucia. 
Oh,  madame,  what  are  we  to  do  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
I  see  but  one  way ;  we  must  send  for  him  ! 

Lucia. 
Yes  !  yes  !  no  !  no  ! 

Donna  Julia. 

Hey  day,  Lucia,  prithee  be  calm.     I  say  we  must 
send  for  him. 

Lucia. 
And  then  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

Throw  ourselves  upon  his  chivalry,  point  out  to  him 
that  we  are  wedded  to  the  church. 

Lucia. 

Yes,  yes,  we  will  send  for  him  to  see  him  again — 
to  tell  him  we  will  never  see  him  again. 

Donna  Julia. 
What! 

Lucia. 
That  we  will  never  see  him  again. 


Donna  Julia. 

Prithee,  Geralda,  look  from  the  window;  is  there 
any  one  watching  ? 

\_Geralda  goes  to  window  and  looks  out. 

Geralda. 

Two  figures  by  the  cloister  gate  —  the  one  is  Don 
Juan,  the  other  his  servant. 

\Lucia  goes  to  window  and  looks  out. 

Lucia. 
Ah! 

Donna  Julia. 
How  know  you  them,  Geralda  ? 

Geralda. 
Madame — madame — I  saw  them  in  Sevilla. 

Donna  Julia. 

Pray,  Lucia,  do  not  show  yourself  at  the  window. 
What  shall  I  write  ? 

Lucia.  [At  table. 

Say,    madame,    Dear   Don    Juan  —  no,    no  —  Don 
Juan  — 

Donna  Julia.  [  Writing. 

Don  Juan  — 


3Cct  €i)ree»  117 

Lucia. 

Don  Juan  —  Don  Juan  —  madame,  I  can  go  no  fur 
ther  than  Don  Juan. 

Donna  Julia. 

I  'm  well  aware  thou  canst  not.  There  is  no  need 
for  many  words.  Don  Juan,  two  poor  women,  who  can 
never  see  you  more,  will  see  you  once  again  to  bid  you 
farewell.  Enter  by  the  cloister  gate ;  a  maid  will  lead 
you  to  them.  So — 't  is  well.  Geralda,  cast  it  to  him. 
[A  ladder  is  hooked  on  to  the  window. 

Geralda. 
Oh! 

Donna  Julia. 
What  fs  this  ? 

Lucia. 
A  ladder ! 

Donna  Julia. 
Wherefore  ? 

Geralda. 
To  climb  up  on. 

Donna  Julia. 
Who? 

Geralda. 
Don  Juan. 


us 

Donna  Julia. 
To  me ! 

Lucia. 
To  me ! 

Geralda. 

To  me ! 

[  Geralda  fastens  ladder,  firmly. 

Geralda. 
Pray,  ladies,  go,  and  I  will  say  you  're  far  away. 

Donna  Julia. 

Nay,  in  this  sanctuary  one  may  not  lie.  Go,  dear 
Lucia,  with  Geralda,  and  I  will  use  some  argument 
and  stern  expostulation,  and  point  out  to  him  the 
error  of  such  audacious,  infamous  invasion. 

Lucia. 

Dear  madame,  I  have  known  him  long,  and  think 
if  you  will  both  withdraw  and  let  me  speak  with  him, 
I  '11  make  him  go  in  peace. 

Geralda. 

Nay,  nay,  dear  ladies,  whilst  I  'm  alive  to  serve  you 
you  shall  not  suffer  insult.  Pray  go,  and  I  will  talk 
to  him  with  little  choice  of  language. 


3tct  Cfjtee*  119 

Donna  Julia, 

My  child,  I  appreciate  such  self-sacrifice,  but  I  will 
not  hear  of  it. 

Lucia. 
Nor  I.     He  's  my  cousin  ;  I  've  a  right  to  chide  him. 

Donna  Julia. 

Perhaps  \Sigh"\  it  will  be  best  that  none  should 
see  him,  but  let  us  call  the  staid  Ursula  in,  that  she 
may  bring  him  to  a  proper  frame  of  mind. 

Lucia. 
Madame,  is  that  your  wish  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
It  is. 

Lucia. 

Then  I  must  straight  obey.  Pray  do  you  think  the 
ladder  safe  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

No  doubt.     Come,  we  will  send  Ursula  hither. 

Lucia. 
Come,  Geralda. 

Geralda. 
I  come,  madame. 


120 

Donna  Julia. 
We  '11  not  go  far.  [Exeunt. 

Leporello, 

\_Head  over  window-sill. 
Rum  turn  turn.     There  's  no  one  there. 

Don  Juan.  [Appears. 

There  's  no  one  here. 

Leporello. 
Where  are  they  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Donkey,  thou  hast  hooked  on  to  the  wrong  window. 

Leporello. 

Sir,  't  was  an  error  of  judgment.     Hush,  some  one 
approaches. 

[Enter  Ursula,  an  aged  housekeeper. 

Donna  Julia.        [Outside  at  door. 
You  are  to  speak  with  him,  and  when  he  shows  re 
pentance,  call  me. 

Lucia. 
And  me. 


9Hrt  Cljrtc,  121 

Geralda. 
And  me. 

Ursula. 

'T  is  many  a  year,  madame,  since  I  have   spoken 
with  a  man. 

Donna  Julia. 
'T  is  for  a  noble  purpose. 

Ursula. 
Madame,  as  you  will. 

Donna  Julia. 
Be  seated  in  yon  window. 

[  Ursula  goes  and  sits  in  window. 

Leporello. 
Rum  turn  turn. 

\Ursula  turns  and  sees  him  ;  shrieks.  Lepo 
rello  disappears.  Donna  Julia,  Lucia, 
and  Geralda  enter  at  door. 

Donna  Julia,  Lucia,  Geralda. 
What  is  it  ? 

Ursula. 

I  Ve  seen  the  devil. 
16 


122 

Donna  Julia. 
Nay,  he  's  not  as  bad  as  that. 

Lucia. 
How  dare  you  ? 

Geralda. 
The  devil  indeed, —  a  very  proper  devil. 

Ursula. 
'T  was  a  horrible  sight. 

Donna  Julia. 

I  understand.     Poor  woman !     'T  is  so  long  since 
she  has  seen  a  man,  he  may  seem  strange  to  her. 

Lucia. 

Oh,  yes,  of  course.     Take  courage,  dear  Ursula ; 
you  '11  accustom  yourself  to  the  sight 

Geralda. 
Yes,  I  did.     They  're  not  so  bad. 

\_ 

Don  Juan. 
Pray,  ladies,  stay ;  I  would  converse  awhile. 


3lct  Cfjrec,  123 

Donna  Julia. 

Lucia,  Geralda,  turn  away  and  do  not  look  at  him. 
{Over  shoulder]  Nay,  we  leave  you  to  Ursula;  she 
bears  our  message. 

Ursula. 
Was  that  his  voice  ? 

Lucia. 
Aye,  aye ! 

Ursula. 
His  voice  is  not  as  horrible  as  his  face. 

Lucia. 
We  '11  leave  you  now. 

Ursula. 
Oh,  pray,  stay  — 

Donna  Julia. 

Nay,  nay,  put  off  this  foolish  weakness.  Speak  to 
him.  We  go. 

Don  Juan. 
Ladies,  stay.  {Disappears. 

[Exeunt  ladies. 

Leporello.  {Appears. 

Rum  turn  turn. 


124 

Ursula. 

Don  Juan,  I  am  commissioned — \Turns  and  sees 
Leporello ;  shrieks .]     Oh!  oh! 

\_Leporello  disappears.     Enter  ladies. 

Donna  Julia. 
Again  !     This  is  too  foolish. 

Ursula. 

He  is  too  hideous.     And  I  marvel  much  that  you 
can  bear  to  look  on  him. 

Don  Juan.  {Appears. 

Dear  Lucia —  dear  Julia,  pray  come  speak  with  me. 

Donna  Julia. 
Lucia,  Geralda,  turn  away.  [They  turn. 

Ursula. 
See,  even  you  cannot  bear  to  look  on  him. 

Donna  Julia. 
But  't  is  for  other  cause. 

Lucia. 

And  if  we  prove  to  you  that  we  can  eye  him  with 
out  fear  — 


125 

Donna  Julia. 
Thou  'It  speak  with  him,  wilt  not,  good  Ursula  ? 

Ursula. 
I  '11  try  my  very  best,  but  't  is  a  fearful  test. 

Donna  Julia. 

'T  is  well.  Lucia,  Geralda,  turn.  [They  turn  and 
face  Don  Juan.~\  We  are  now  looking  at  him. 

Ursula. 
Aye,  but  you  are  all  three  trembling. 

Don  Juan.  [After  pause. 

Pray,  say  something. 

Donna  Julia. 
We  may  not  speak  with  you,  Don  Juan. 

Lucia. 

No,  you  must  speak  with  Ursula.  I  may  not  say 
a  word  to  thee  — think  on  't,  Don  Juan  —  thou  art  so 
wicked  I  may  not  say  a  single  word  to  thee,  but  Sister 
Ursula  's  to  speak  with  thee  and  thou  with  her,  and  if, 
Don  Juan,  thou  showest  repentance,  then  perchance  I 
may  —  so  now,  I  'm  not  to  say  a  word,  and,  dear  Don 


Juan,  Don  Juan  —  sir  —  I  mean  —  you  must  not  think 
I  care  for  thee  a  jot,  no,  not  one  jot  any  more,  dear 
Don  Juan  —  Don  Juan  —  sir,  I  mean  —  and  I  may 
not  say  a  word  ;  but,  oh,  Don  Juan,  do  show  repen 
tance  and  I  shall  be  so  glad,  altho'  I  do  not  care  for 
thee,  because  thou  art  so  wicked.  I  must  not  speak 
to  thee  at  all  — 

[She  has  been  gradually  approaching  him. 

Don  Juan. 

I  'm  really  grieved  at  that,  for  I  should  like  to  hear 
thy  voice — if  only  for  a  moment. 

Lucia. 
Nay,  dear  Don  Juan  —  Don  Juan — sir,  I  mean. 

Donna  Julia. 

Enough,  Lucia.  We  must  not  stay  an  instant,  nor 
approach  him,  nor  hold  any  converse  with  him.  Ur 
sula  will  explain  how  we  do  view  his  conduct,  and  that 
his  youth  alone  pleads  his  excuse,  and  therefore,  on 
that  account,  and  if  he  shows  repentance,  /  may  for 
give  him. 

Don  Juan. 
That 's  truly  kind  of  you. 


3Cct  Cgree.  127 

Lucia. 
I  may  perchance  forgive  him,  if  he  shows  repentance. 

Don  Jtian. 

Dear  Lucia,  come  hither  and  let  me  whisper  to  thee 
how  truly  miserable  I  am. 

Lucia. 
Miserable !  {Approaches. 

Don  Juan. 

Aye,  wretched!      How  well   I   know — but  come 
nearer,  't  is  for  thine  ear  alone. 

Lucia. 
Poor,  dear  Don  Juan.  [Approaching. 

Donna  Julia. 
Lucia,  thou  art  mad  ;  come  away. 

i 
Lucia. 

But  he  is  truly  now  repentant.     'T  would  be  cruelty 
to  deny  him. 

Don  Juan. 

Aye,  dear  Julia,  't  would  indeed.     Come  hither  and 
I  '11  explain. 


128 

Donna  Julia. 
Stay  here,  and  I  will  go  to  him. 

Lucia. 
No,  no,  madame,  you  must  not  commit  such  folly. 

Don  Juan. 
Geralda  then  may  bring  my  message  to  you. 

Geralda. 
Aye  —  I  am  of  no  account,  and  I  will  go  to  him. 

Donna  Julia,  Lucia. 
Stay! 

Ursula. 

I  think  now  I  'm  accustomed  to  his  voice  I  may 
endure  his  face. 

Donna  Julia,  Lucia,  Geralda. 
Ah !  [Sigh. 

Donna  Julia. 

Ah  !   well, —  't  is  well  —  we  go.     Pray,  Don  Juan, 
heed  well  the  words  of  Ursula.  [Sigh. 

[Exeunt. 
Don  Juan. 
Come  hither,  dear  Ursula.  [Disappears. 


129 

Ursula. 

Pray,  hide  your  face  whilst  I  approach.     Little  by 
little  I  may  by  glimpses  accustom  myself  to  the  sight. 

\_She  sits  in  window. 

Don  Juan.  [Appears. 

Dear  Ursula —  I  cannot  see  thy  face,  but  I  am  sure 
that  thou  art  beautiful. 

Ursula. 

His  voice  is  very  sweet.     I  would  his  face  were  not 
so  horrible. 

Don  Juan. 

If  thou  couldst  look  upon  me  but  with  favor,  how 
gladly  would  I  gaze  into  thine  eyes. 

Ursula. 
I  have  a  message  for  thee,  Don  Juan. 


Don  Juan. 
And  I  for  thee  ! 

Ursula. 
From  whom  ? 

Don  Juan. 
From  Cupid. 

'7 


2Don 

Ursula 
I  've  never  heard  of  him. 


Don  Juan. 

What!  have  those  rebellious  curls  been  ne'er  ca 
ressed,  those  pouting  lips  had  ne'er  a  kiss,  and  round 
about  that  taper  waist  has  ne'er  an  arm  — 

{Enter  Donna  Julia,  Lucia,  and  Geralda. 

Donna  Julia. 

Don  Juan,  Don  Alonzo  comes  ;  begone,  and  begone 
swiftly  ! 

{Don  Juan    disappears.     Leporello   appears, 
much  frightened. 

Ursula. 

{Turns  and  perceives  Leporello. 
Oh,  horrible  !  another  moment  and  I  had  kissed 
him. 

Donna  Julia,  Lucia,  Geralda. 

What! 

Ursula. 

Peccavi  —  peccavi  ;  let  me  hence. 

Donna  Julia. 
Wicked  Ursula,  withdraw.    I  will  come  to  thee  anon. 


131 

Ursula. 
Such  winning  ways  with  such  a  face  !     Peccavi ! 

\Exit. 

\Donna  Julia,  Lucia,  and  Geralda 
go  to  window. 

Donna  Julia. 

Quickly  begone,  Don  Juan  and  Leporello.  Don 
Alonzo  comes,  nor  does  he  come  alone.  To  stay  a 
moment  now  would  be  your  death. 

Don  Juan. 
I  fear  him  not. 

Donna  Julia. 
Well,  then,  consider  my  honor.     For  my  sake,  go. 

Lucia. 
Dear  Don  Juan,  for  my  sake,  go. 

Don  Jtian. 

Lucia,  I  '11  whisper  one  word  in  thine  ear,  and  then 
I  '11  go. 

Lucia. 
Well,  then.  [Don  Juan  kisses  her. 


132  2Don 

Don  Juan. 
I  love  thee  only. 

Lucia. 
Thou  sayest  that  to  all. 

Donna  Julia.  [At  door. 

He  comes.     Begone ! 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  I  fancy  many.     I  love  but  one.     'T  is  thou  ! 

Lucia. 
Would  I  could  believe  thee. 

Don  Juan. 
Believe  me,  't  is  true.     When  may  I  see  thee  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
Quick  —  quick,  begone  ! 

Lucia. 
I  '11  —  I  '11  send  thee  a  message. 

Don  Juan. 
And  I  shall  barely  breathe  till  then. 


133 

Lucia. 
Farewell. 

Geralda.  [At  door. 

He  comes  !  he  comes ! 

Don  Juan. 
Farewell. 

Lucia. 
Farewell. 

Donna  Julia. 

Farewell.     Cast  loose  the  rope  —  throw  the  ladder 
down.    Lucia,  Geralda,  leave  me.    I  will  face  the  Duke 

alone. 

[Exit  Geralda. 

Lucia. 

Nay,  dear  madame,  let  me  stay.     I  cannot  leave  you 
now.  [Knocking  at  the  door. 

* 

Donna  Julia. 
Too  late  —  't  is  he.     Would  you  had  obeyed. 

[Knocking. 

Don  Alonzo.  [  Without. 

Open,  madame. 

[Donna  Julia  unbars  door.     Enter  Don  Alonzo. 


134 

Don  Alonzo. 

Madame,  if  I  am  well  informed,  Don  Juan  is  here,  or 
was  here  but  a  short  while  since. 

Donna  Julia, 
He  is  not  here. 

Don  Alonzo. 
So  I  perceive.     But  your  lover  has  been  here. 

Donna  Julia. 
He  is  not  my  lover. 

Don  Alonzo. 

I  am  pleased  to  hear  it,  madame.  I  shall  have  the 
less  difficulty  in  carrying  out  my  purpose.  [Crosses  to 
R.  of  Donna  JuliaJ]  Be  pleased  to  take  the  pen  you 
handle  so  deftly. 

Donna  Julia. 
For  what  purpose  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 
To  write  to  your  lover. 


135 

Donna  Julia. 
I  have  told  you  he  is  not  my  lover. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Very  well  then,  to  Don  Juan. 

Donna  Julia. 
It  is  to  do  him  harm  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 
On  the  contrary,  it  is  to  put  him  out  of  harm's  way. 

Donna  Julia. 
What  do  you  mean  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 
Write ! 

Lucia. 
Madame,  do  not  write.     I  suspect  — 

Don  Alonzo. 
Who  spoke  ?     Who  is  this  boy  ? 

Donna  Julia.  [Faintly. 

My  — page. 


136 

Don  Alonzo. 

JT  is  well ;  he  may  then  learn  how  to  deal  with  a 
treacherous  woman. 

Donna  Julia. 
I  am  innocent. 

Don  Alonzo. 
'T  is  a  pleasure  to  hear  you  avow  it.  Write ! 

Lucia. 
Madame ! 

Don  Alonzo. 
Silence !  —  write  ! 

Donna  Julia. 
I  am  faint.  I  cannot. 

Lucia. 

[Crossing  toward  door. 
Madame !  Julia ! 

Don  Alonzo.  [Intercepts  her. 

Ah,  this  is  no  boy. 

Donna  Julia. 

It  is  Lucia  —  the  bride  of  Don  Juan  —  a  witness  to 
my  innocence. 


5tct  Cgrce*  137 

Don  Alonzo.  [To  Lucia. 

Donna  Lucia,  you  shall  have  the  pleasure  of  assist 
ing —  you  must  remain.          {Flinging  her  on  one  side. 

Lucia. 
Coward ! 

Don  Alonzo.  \Bowing. 

We  have  to  bear  the  insults  of  your  sex  with  hu 
mility. 

[Don  Alonzo  takes  Donna  Julia  by  wrist  and 
forces  her  into  chair.  Lucia  staggers 
back. 

Donna  Julia. 
Alonzo,  you  are  crushing  my  wrist. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Write ! 

Donna  Julia. 
You  are  torturing  me.     You  are  breaking  my  arm ! 

Don  Alonzo. 
Write  ! 

Donna  Julia. 

I  can  bear  no  more. 
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138 

Lucia. 
Write !     We  will  find  some  way  to  save  him. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Write ! 

Donna  Julia. 
What  shall  I  say  ?  {Fainting. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Ah  —  at  last !  {Gives  her  pen.]  Come  at  once. 

Lucia. 
Coward  !     Coward  !     Coward  ! 

Don  Alonzo. 

You  do  not  write  distinctly.  Come  at  once.  The 
Duke  has  left  the  city.  Ah,  that  is  well.  Lucia  —  that 
is  not  clear  —  Lucia  is  with  me  —  the  key  I  send  here 
with,  it  opens  the  postern — follow  the  winding  stair — 
winding  stair  —  do  you  hear,  madame  ?  —  it  leads  to 
my  door. 

Donna  Julia. 

I  cannot,  I  will  not.  {Sinks  fainting. 

Don  Alonzo. 
There  is  no  need  for  more.     It  is  enough  —  sign  it. 

Donna  Julia. 
I  will  not. 


139 

Don  Alonzo. 
No  matter,  he  will  know.  [Takes paper. 

* 
Lucia. 

Julia  !    Julia  !    Listen  !     [Don  Alonzo  crosses  to  L.  C. 

\_Don  Juan,  without,  sings  to  the  accompani 
ment  of  a  guitar — the  voice  sounding 
through  the  open  window  at  back  —  the 
moon  has  risen. 

Chill  is  the  morning, 
Sad  is  my  heart, 
Brief  was  the  warning 
That  we  must  part:  — 
Fetters  may  bind  thee, 
O'er  mountain  and  sea, 
My  love  will  find  thee 
Wherever  thou  be  / 

Chill  is  the  morning, 
Sad  is  my  heart, 
Brief  was  the  warning 
That  we  must  part. 
No  one  to  guide  me, 
For  love  is  my  chart, 
No  one  to  call  thee 
But  the  voice  of  my  heart. 


j3D0tt 

Don  Alonzo. 

Your  bird  sings  prettily,  madame ;  we  will  put  him 

in  a  cage  for  you.  [Exit  Don  Alonzo. 

[Donna  Julia  and  Lucia  sit  silent  for  a  moment. 

Lucia.  [Springing  up. 

The  door.     I  can  escape  —  maybe  to  warn  him  ! 

[As  Lucia  opens  door,  Geralda  staggers  in. 

Geralda.  [At  door. 

Madame,  madame,  I  have  been  hiding  in  the  prayer- 
cell  by  the  door  —  I  could  go  no  further  —  men  are 
everywhere  —  it  is  impossible  to  pass. 

Lucia, 
Lost !     Lost ! 

Donna  Julia. 

Lucia,  see,  see,  I  am  broken-hearted.  Curse  me  — 
it  is  my  folly  that  has  brought  this  upon  thee. 

Lucia. 
Let  us  think  only  of  him. 

Donna  Julia. 
He  will  come. 

Lucia. 
And  then  we  will  find  some  way  to  save  him. 


141 

Donna  Julia. 
Do  you  hear  anything  ? 

Lucia. 
'T  is  a  key  turning  in  a  lock. 

Donna  Julia. 
The  door  creaks  on  its  hinges. 

Lucia. 
'T  is  his  hasty  step  on  the  stone  stair. 

Donna  Julia. 

All,  all  is  lost.  Come  hither  —  Lucia — let  us  pray 
for  him. 

[Drags  Lucia  to  oratory.    Geralda  remains 
in  center  of  room. 

[Enter  Don  Juan.     Donna  Julia  slips  back 
and  bolts  door,  stands  back  to  door. 

Don  Juan. 

At  last !  What  perils  beset  the  road  of  love.  But 
't  were  not  worth  the  winning  were  it  easy,  Lucia  — 
no,  Julia  —  no,  't  is  not  Lucia  —  it  is  Julia  —  no,  't  is 
not  Julia  —  't  is  Geralda  —  by  the  powers,  a  fair  sub 
stitute —  and  since  thy  mistress  tarries,  I  '11  mark  each 


142 

moment  to  her  cost  with  a  kiss,  and  since  two  tarry, 
two  kisses  are  but  fair.  Come,  Geralda — for  the 
prettiest  maid  I  ken,  thou  hast  the  solemnest  face. 
Zounds !  I  would  wager  by  thy  face  thou  hast  made 
up  thy  mind  to  bury  thy  love,  and  I  've  a  duty  to 
disinter  it.  [His  arms  about  her  waist.']  There,  I 
could  resurrect  the  veriest,  profoundest  corpse  of  love 
with  such  a  kiss  ! 

[Geralda  sinks  on  her  knees  and  weeps. 

Don  Juan. 

Pray,  is  that  for  joy  or  for  sorrow  ?     'T  is  the  first 
time  kiss  of  mine  caused  such  effect. 

Geralda. 

x 

Oh,  sir,  fly — you  are  lost! 

* 

Don  Juan. 

Is  it  not  a  little  wearying  that  every  woman  I  meet 
says,  Fly ;  and  every  maiden  I  kiss  cries,  Lost ! 

Geralda. 
Sir,  you  are  beset ! 

Don  Juan. 
In  truth  I  am,  with  a  sin. 


143 

Geralda. 
There  are  "  men  "  everywhere. 

Don  Juan. 

More  is  the  pity — would  there  were  naught  but 
"  maidens." 

Geralda. 

Sir,  you  are  betrayed  ! 

Don  Juan. 
Every  man  is  that  once  or  more  times, 

Geralda. 

Is  there  nothing  will  open  your  eyes  to  your 
danger  ? 

Don  Juan. 

My  danger  lies  before  me,  and  I  confess  myself 
already  conquered.  Love  without  danger  is  meat 
without  sauce.  Whom  dost  thou  fear,  pretty  one, — 
the  Donna  Julia? 

Donna  Julia. 

\_Going  toward  Don  Juan. 
Don  Juan,  fly  whilst  there  is  yet  time ! 

Don  Juan. 
And  here  's  another  one. 


144 

Donna  Julia.' 

Don  Juan,  thou  art  lost  —  betrayed.  And  I  —  I 
have  betrayed  thee. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  sweet  Julia,  't  was  not  a  moment  since  this 
tiny  message  was  slipt  into  my  hands,  and  have  I  not 
come  swiftly  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

Aye,  aye,  all  too  swift  —  ere  I  could  find  means  to 
warn  thee.  Thou  art  lost ! 

Don  Juan. 
Are  not  these  words  by  thy  hand  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

It  is  my  hand  that  kills  thee.  Would  I  had  died 
before  I  wrote  them. 

Don  Juan. 
I  do  not  understand. 

Donna  Julia. 

Listen  —  dost  hear  the  clash  of  steel,  the  tramp  of 
men  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  I  hear  naught. 


3Ctt  Cljrcc.  145 

Donna  Julia. 

Still,  they  are  there  —  there  by  the  door,  watching 
to  kill  thee. 

Don  Juan. 

Thou  ravest,  Julia.     No  one  is  there.     I  passed  up 
the  stair  as  free  as  air. 

Donna  Julia. 
Oh,  yes  !  oh,  yes! 

Don  Juan. 

Had  an    enemy  lurked  in  the  shadow,  he  would 
have  killed  me  then. 

Donna  Julia. 

Aye,  aye,  the  trap  was  set,  the  passage  free  and  no 
way  out.     \_Pointing  at  doorj\     Don  Alonzo  is  there. 

Don  Juan. 
Nay,  Julia,  by  thy  note  of  hand,  he  's  left  the  town. 

Donna  Julia. 
I  lied  —  he  's  there. 

Don  Juan. 
He  's  there ! 
19 


146  SDon  3! 

Donna  Julia. 

Oh,  would  I  had  died  —  would  he  had  killed  me  — 
see  my  wrist — he  forced  me  —  with  his  iron  hand  — 
he  crushed  the  bone ;  in  torture  —  in  torture,  Don 
Juan,  I  wrote  the  lines  that  bring  thee  here. 

Don  Juan. 
My  poor  Julia  —  how  is  thy  tiny  wrist  bruised  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

Oh,  think  not  of  me  —  pity  me  not  —  curse  me 
rather  that  I  have  brought  you  to  this.  Oh,  is  there 
no  way  out  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  nay,  why  should  I  curse  thee,  Julia  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

Aye,  curse  me ;  an'  had  I  loved  thee  I  would  not 
have  written  this  —  he  had  killed  me  rather. 

Don  Juan. 
What,  dost  thou  not  love  me  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

Oh,  Don  Juan,  know  that  death  has  no  terrors  to  a 
woman  who  protects  her  love. 


5Cct  Cijree*  147 

Don  Juan. 

This  is  strange  news.  I  thought  all  women  loved 
me.  I  think  Lucia  would  have  died. 

Donna  Julia. 
Aye,  aye,  she  loves  thee  truly. 

Lucia.       \_Coming  from  recess. 
You  are  wasting  precious  time  in  idle  words. 

Don  Juan. 
Lucia ! 

Lucia. 
Don  Juan ! 

Don  Juan. 

There  is  an  ancient  saw  which  saith,  Absence  makes 
the  heart  grow  fonder,  and  I  have  missed  thee  every 
minute  since  we  parted. 

Lucia. 
Don  Juan ! 

Don  Juan. 

Mine  eyes  must  bear  to  thine  a  thousand  messages 
of  love,  and  ne'er  was  dove's  flight  swift  as  answering 
glance  of  thine.  Lucia,  when  we  go  hence,  we  'II  ne'er 
be  parted  more. 


148  2Don 

Lucia. 
Alas,  alas  !  how  will  you  safely  hence  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Thou  too  ?  And  is  it  true  that  there  is  so  much 
peril  ? 

Lucia. 
The  Duke  has  trapped  you  here  to  kill  you. 

Don  Juan. 

It  dawns  upon  me,  I  am  in  danger.  He  does  not 
wish  to  fight  me  fair,  and  would  rather  play  assassin 
here  ? 

Lucia. 
Aye,  aye,  aye,  aye,  't  is  so  ! 

[Lucia  goes  to  window ;  Donna  Julia  follows. 

Don  Juan. 

There  's  some  way  out  of  everything.  Perchance, 
the  window.  \_Going  to  window.~\  Let  me  reflect. 
Thou  sayest  Don  Alonzo  's  there  —  no  other  door  ? 
This  window  is  too  high.-  How  many  men  ? 

Geralda. 
Sir,  more  than  a  score. 


5tct  Cljrec*  149 

Don  Juan. 

They  are  too  many.  {Lays  aside  his  cloak  and  hatJ] 
It  seems  that  I  'm  to  die.  I  'm  somewhat  young,  and 
I  had  thought  of  many  years  of  pleasure.  Death  !  It 
is  not  beautiful,  and  I  've  no  longing  for  any  other 
world  but  this.  It  doth  seem  strange  that  I  should 
die  so  soon. 

Donna  Julia. 
Would  he  had  cut  off  the  hand  before  I  held  the  pen. 

Don  Juan. 

I  Ve  heard  a  wicked  pen  can  wreck  a  many  lives. 
Why  should  I  stand  inactive  here  ?  There  may  be 
hope.  Perchance  this  Duke  hath  still  some  valor  in 
his  veins.  Do  you  withdraw,  and  I  will  challenge  him 
to  single  combat,  or  two  or  three  —  twenty  to  one  is 
mere  assassination. 

Donna  Julia. 

Vain  hope,  the  trap  is  too  well  set  —  why,  will  he 
argue,  should  he  risk  his  life  ? 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  I  will  try.  [Goes  to  door.~\  Hey,  Don  Alonzo 
—  you  without  —  come  in  !  Bring  one  —  bring  two  — 
I  '11  fight  you  three  to  one,  and  if  I  win  I  'm  free. 


\_Beats  on  door  with  his  hands."]  Hear  me,  without, 
come  in  —  bring  four.  Alonzo,  Duke  of  Navarro,  dost 
hear  ?  Coward,  dost  thou  hear  ?  Come  in  and  meet 
me  like  a  man.  Assassin,  enter.  I  am  here. —  I  have 
insulted  him  in  many  various  ways.  There  is  no 
sound  —  they  are  not  there  —  I  '11  open. 

Donna  Julia  and  Lucia. 

\_Holding  him  back. 
No  !     No  ! 

Don  Alonzo.  \Without. 

Open! 

Don  Juan. 

At  last.     Hast  heard  me,  sir  ?     Wilt  fight  me  ?     I 
am  ready  here. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Open,  and  you  will  know. 

Don  Juan. 
How  many  are  you  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 
Enough  to  kill  you. 

Don  Juan. 

Wilt  fight  me  three  to  one,  and  if  I  conquer,  am  I 
free? 


3Hct  Cfjrcc*  151 

Don  Alonzo. 

[Battering  at  door  renewed. 

Open!  This  is  no  duel  of  honorable  men — 'tis 
the  execution  of  a  criminal.  You,  Don  Juan,  are  the 
condemned.  Open ! 

Don  Juan. 

Coward !  Thus  do  assassins  e'er  excuse  their 
crimes. 

[A  rope  ladder  is  throivn  through  window. 

Lucia. 

Look  !  look  !  the  ladder  —  thou  art  saved,  saved, 
Don  Juan ! 

[  They  go  to  window.     Knocking  is  renewed. 

Donna  Julia. 

Swiftly — swiftly — adjust  the  steps — the  door  is 
strong. 

Lucia. 

See,  't  was  Leporello  by  yonder  buttress  threw  the 
rope.  Ah  ! 

Don  Juan. 

In  vain,  see  where  they  stand  —  some  dozen  men  — 
the  trap  is  well  set. 


152 

Lucia. 

Don  Juan,  I  can  save  thee !  Give  me  thy  cloak 
and  hat — here  is  a  sword ;  they  will  not  know  me  in 
the  darkness.  Hide  yonder  'neath  the  altar — I  will 
go  for  thee. 

Don  Juan. 
Silence,  Lucia,  wouldst  thou  dub  me  coward  ? 

Lucia. 
What  is  my  life  to  thine — and  who  will  miss  me  ? 

Don  Juan. 
I,  if  I  live. 

Lucia. 
Nay,  let  me  go  and  thou  art  saved. 

Don  Juan. 
Not,  an'  if  I  have  to  bind  thee. 

Lucia. 

Don  Juan,  dear  Don  Juan — oh,  let  me  go.  Lived 
I  one  hundred  years  from  now,  there  'd  be  no  moment 
in  it  sweet  as  death  for  thee,  and  in  that  death  no 
suffering  as  life  without  thee. 


SCct  €I)rce*  153 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  love,  it  may  not  be — here  I  '11  await  them. 
'T  is  nothing,  death  —  only  unman  me  not,  and  when 
I  fight  cheer  me,  yet  say  no  word  of  sorrow  or  of  pain. 

Lucia. 
I  '11  fight  then  by  thy  side. 

Don  Juan. 

That  must  thou  not.  I  think  I  'd  hate  thee  if  I 
saw  thee  fight. 

Lucia. 
Hate  me  !     Go,  sword  ! 

[Throws  sword  down.     Hammering  without 
at  door. 

Donna  Julia. 
Don  Juan — the  door — I  can  no  longer  hold. 

Don  Juan. 

What  sayest  thou,  Julia,  shall  I  open  and  let  them 
enter  one  by  one  ? 

Donna  Julia. 

Thou  couldst  not;  they  would  surely  break  their 
way. 
20 


Lucia. 

[Seizing  cloak  and  hat. 

I  '11  save  him  now  whether  he  will  or  no.  [  Takes  sword. 

[Knocking  at  door. 
Don  Juan. 

The  door  gives  way.     Fly  to  your  prayers,  thou 
and  Lucia !  and  let  me  fight. 

Lucia. 

[Going  through  window. 

Farewell,  Don  Juan,  farewell. 

{Guzman  appears  through  panel  in  wall. 

Guzman. 
Don  Juan. 

Don  Juan. 
Who  speaks  ? 

Guzman. 
Don  Juan,  I  am  in  time.     Here  is  thy  way. 

Donna  Julia. 
Ah  !  saved,  saved,  Guzman  —  thank  heaven  ! 

[Voices  and  clash  of  steel  outside  windoiv. 

Don  Juan. 
Aye,  saved  ! 


155 

Guzman. 
Come. 

Don  Juan. 

Lucia,  dear  Lucia,  come. 

Guzman. 
Whose  voice  is  that  —  where  is  Lucia? 

Don  Juan. 
What ! 

Donna  Julia. 

Ah,  heaven  !  [Looking  through  window  and  point 
ing^  There,  there  is  Lucia. 

Don  Juan. 
There  !    Alas,  too  late. 

Guzman. 
Come.  [Loud  knocking  at  door. 

Guzman. 
You  cannot  save  her.     Come. 

Don  Juan. 

Come,  I  ?  I  go  in  safety,  whilst  she  dies  for  me  ? 
Nay,  I  will  die  with  her  or  for  her  as  she  would  die  for 
me.  Lucia,  I  come — I  come !  [Exit  through  window. 

[Door  falls  in.  Enter  Don  Alonzo.  Men 
stand  in  door.  Donna  Julia  stands  faint 
ing,  dazed. 


Don  Alonzo. 
Ah  !     Escaped  —  Guzman,  you  have  connived. 

{Clash  of  steel.      Voices. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Ah! 

Donna  Julia. 
Heaven  save  them ! 

Don  Alonzo. 

Listen,  madame !  {Holds  her  by  wrist. 

{Clash  of  steel.     Silence. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Come,  madame,  I  will  show  you  your  lover.  {Drags 
her  to  window.  Looking  out;  light  of  torches  outside.~\ 
Hold  the  torch  to  his  face.  Who  is  that  ? 

A  voice. 
It  is  the  page. 

Don  Alonzo. 
And  there  ? 

A  voice. 
Don  Juan — 

Don  Alonzo. 
Dead? 

A  voice. 
Wounded. 


2Cct         .  157 

Don  Alonzo. 

Gag  him  with  that !     [  Throws  glove  out  of  window. 

{Donna  Julia  faints. 


[CURTAIN.] 


3Htt  four. 


3tct  four. 
* 

A  DUNGEON. 

[Don  Juan  and  Lucia  discovered  lying  in  sepa 
rate  corners.  Table  by  fire ;  Leporello,  Zer 
lina,  and  Sebastien. 

Sebastien. 
T  is  most  fortunate  they  fell  to  our  charge. 

Zerlina. 

Poor  youth  !  He  's  comely  enough,  I  trow,  to  have 
deserved  a  better  fate. 

Sebastien. 
I  warrant  the  Duke  will  torture  him. 

Zerlina. 

In  his  delirium  he  spoke  of  naught  but  Lucia. 
[  Crossing  over  and  looking  at  Don  Juan.]  He  sleeps 
now  calmly  —  he  mends  rapidly.  Poor  lad  ! 

21 


1 62  2PonL 

Leporello. 
He  had  much  better  died. 

Sebastien. 
True,  he  will  recover  to  a  worse  disease. 

Leporello. 

\_Rising —  looking  at  Lucia. 

She  sleeps  also.  How  she  did  nurse  and  watch 
him,  and  never  closed  an  eye.  Poor  creatures !  But 
tell  me,  pray,  how  came  you  here  a  jailer  ? 

Sebastien. 

Ah,  sir,  't  is  a  long  story  and  a  short  story.  It  hap 
pened  in  a  little  while,  but  takes  a  long  while  telling. 
'T  is  a  case  of  revenge. 

Leporello. 
Ah,  sir,  I  have  a  surfeit  of  horrors  —  make  it  brief. 

Sebastien. 
Then,  sir,  know  I  'm  an  actor. 

Leporello. 
Sir,  I  said  I  had  a  surfeit  of  horrors. 


3tct  four.  163 

Sebastien. 

Recently,  sir,  I  appeared  in  Saragossa  in  a  play  of 
value  —  a  play  of  consistency  —  a  play,  sir,  of  action  — 
a  play  of  pungent  satire  —  a  play,  sir,  which  fired  at 
bribery,  theft,  peculation,  robbery,  gambling,  and 
wholesale  fraud ;  sir,  I  was  hissed  and  pelted.  I  left 
the  stage,  sir,  and  for  revenge  became  a  jailer. 

Leporello. 
I  do  not  take  you,  sir  ? 

Sebastien. 

Sir,  sooner  or  later  they  will  all  come  here,  and  then 
I  can  e'en  force  them  to  listen  to  me. 

Leporello. 

Oh,  horrible  !  heaven  help  them,  poor  wretches ! 
You  will  not  practise  such  cruelty  on  Don  Juan  ? 

Sebastien. 
Nay,  I  have  naught  but  affection  for  him. 

Leporello. 

I  too,  yet  he  has  treated  me  ill.  My  tale  of  devo 
tion  would  cause  your  tears  to  flow ;  no  words  express 


1 64  SDon 

his  ingratitude.  I  warned  and  counseled  him  at  all 
time,  and  had  he  listened  to  my  teachings  he  had  not 
now  been  here. 

Zerlina. 

Wise  sir,  can  you  do  naught  to  save  him  ? 

Leporello. 

Madame,  I  have  indeed  cogitated  on  a  plan  of  much 
excellence,  but  it  will  need  your  aid. 

Zerlina. 
Sir,  you  may  count  on  me. 

Leporello. 
On  you  too,  sir  ? 

Sebastien. 
Pray,  sir,  command  me. 

Leporello. 

Then  it  is  this.  Your  handsome  wife  shall  take  the 
place  of  Donna  Lucia,  whilst  you  impersonate  the  Don 
Juan.  You  give  the  password,  and  myself  will  lead 
the  Don  Juan  from  here. 

Sebastien. 
Is  there  no  danger  attending  such  a  scheme  ? 


3tct  four.  165 

Leporello. 
Surely,  sir,     The  Duke  will  no  doubt  hang  you. 

Sebastien. 

Sir,  't  is  a  beautiful  thought,  a  deed  of  noble  heroism. 
Willingly  I  'd  sacrifice  myself  for  yonder  youth. 

Leporello. 
Noble  being ! 

Sebastien. 
If  't  could  be  done  without  danger  to  myself. 

Zerlina. 
I  too  would  gladly  run  the  risk  were  there  no  danger. 

Leporello. 
You  are  both  of  nature's  noblest  mold. 

Zerlina. 

Oh,  sir,  you  flatter  us.     We  need  no  thanks ;  we  do 
our  humblest  best. 

Leporello. 

Another  plan  to  free  poor  Don  Juan  is  in  my  mind 
matured. 


1 66  SDon 

Sebastien. 
You  have  a  vast  intellect,  sir. 

Leporello. 

Enough  for  two.  With  your  connivance  I  '11  take 
the  place  of  Don  Juan. 

Zerlina. 
Ah,  noble  man ! 

Leporello. 

I  never  had  a  petty  thought  You  shall  conduct 
him  hence  and  vow  he  's  Leporello,  and  /  will  suffer 
death. 

Zerlina  and  Sebastien.  {Both  rise. 

Sir !  sir ! 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  you  will  be  made  a  saint. 

Leporello. 

That  is  my  sole  ambition;  be  sure  to  take  a  plaster 
of  my  face  when  I  am  dead.  I  would  not  have  them 
spoil  my  features  in  my  statues. 

Sebastien. 
Trust,  sir,  to  us. 


Stctfour,  167 

Leporello. 
Some  saints  are  made  so  ugly. 

Sebastien. 

That  shall  not  be  the  case  with  you.  Will  you 
occupy  his  place,  sir,  now,  at  once,  before  they  come 
the  rounds  ? 

Leporello. 
No,  I  will  consider  of  the  matter. 

[Exit  Leporello. 
Sebastien. 

Saintly  man  !  Oh,  what  devotion  !  Let  us  hence 
to  our  midday  meal,  Zerlina,  the  whilst  the  prisoners 
sleep.  [Exeunt. 

Don  Juan.  [Sings. 

Chill  is  the  morning, 

Sad  is  my  heart. 

[  Waking.~]  What  strange  place  is  this  ?  —  what  hor 
rid  bed  ?  I  thought  I  lay  on  down  and  kisses  came 
upon  my  brow.  [Lifting  himself  up. ,]  Lucia! 

Lucia. 
Who  spoke  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Lucia ! 


1 68  SDon 

Lucia. 
Don  Juan,  is  't  thou  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Lucia,  what  is  this  ?  —  where  am  I  ? 

Lucia. 
Hush,  sleep !  thou  hast  been  ill. 

Don  Juan. 

111!    aye,    my    temples  throb;    I  would  hence — I 
would  come  to  thee. 

Lucia. 

Lie  still !  lie  still ! 

Don  Juan. 

[Drags  himself  off  couch  to  end  of  his  chain. 
Lucia,  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

Lucia. 
Lie  still,  dear  Don  Juan  !  I  come  to  thee. 

\Lucia  crosses  over  and  sits  on  foot  of  pallet. 

Don  Juan. 
Lucia,  thou  art  well  ? 


3Cct  four*  169 

Lucia. 


Aye  ;  I  am  well. 


Don  Juan. 

This  is  a  gloomy  place,  and  I  am  all  an  ache.  Why 
are  we  here  ? 

Lucia. 
Oh,  Don  Juan,  it  was  for  loving  Donna  Julia. 

Don  Juan. 

I  do  remember  something  of  it,  but  I  did  never 
love  the  Donna  Julia. 

Lucia. 
Then  for  the  pretense. 

Don  Juan. 

This  seems  large  punishment  for  an  hour's  enter 
tainment. 

Lucia. 
Dear  Don  Juan,  thou  wert  a  poacher. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  't  was  all  a  frolic.  I  do  remember  hearing  of 
a  youth  jailed  six  moons  for  the  kissing  of  a  lass. 
I  'd  wish  to  see  that  girl. 

22 


1 70  2Don 

Lucia. 
Why,  Don  Juan? 

Don  Juan. 
One  kiss,  six  months !    She  must  be  very  beautiful. 

Lucia. 
Hush  !   thy  mind  wanders. 

Don  Juan. 

Nay,  I  have  had  one  long,  continuous  dream  of 
thee,  Lucia.  Give  me  thy  hand.  Have  I  brought 
thee  to  this  ? 

Lucia. 
Nay,  't  was  of  my  own  choosing. 

Don  Juan. 

Devotion  bound  to  folly,  buried  in  one  grave ;  but 
I  remember  now  thou  fought'st  for  me.  Thou  couldst 
not  save  me  ;  I  could  not  save  thee.  I  fell,  and  thou, 
Lucia,  thou  art  wounded  ? 

Lucia. 

Nay,  a  woman's  weakness  proved  my  strength.  I 
swooned,  and  then  they  thought  me  dead. 


Slttfoim  171 

Don  Juan. 

Heaven  be  praised  !  And  now  thou  must  go  free. 
Surely  the  Don  Alonzo  will  not  punish  thee  ? 

Lucia. 

I  am  happier  here  than  I  could  elsewhere  be  with 
out  thee. 

Don  Juan. 

Lucia,  I  am  a  weather-vane  to  love.  If  comes  the 
south  wind,  laden  with  the  perfume  of  flowers,  I  do 
point  that  way,  and  when  the  north  wind  blows, 
straight  from  the  rainbow-icebergs,  and  the  crisp 
green  seas,  quick  I  turn  to  that.  I  am  for  the  north, 
the  south,  the  east,  and  the  west.  Hot  passion  con 
sumes  me,  cold  love  spurs  me,  haughty  love  rouses 
me,  and  a  purring  love  soothes  me.  I  am  not  worthy 
of  thee. 

Lucia. 

Hush,  I  have  not  thought  of  that.     I  love  thee. 

Don  Juan. 

Let  me  look  into  thine  eyes,  Lucia ;  I  see  all  there. 
Thou  art  cold,  thou  art  on  fire,  thou  art  proud  and  thou 
art  gentle.  Thou  'It  be  this  one  day  and  that  another, 
and  thus  the  weather-vane  will  ever  point  with  thee. 
I  love  thee  and  thou  wilt  hold  me  ever.  All  on  earth 


is  beautiful  by  contrast.  Would  all  women  knew  it, 
and  trusted  not  the  dull  monotony  of  estimable,  ex 
acting  love. 

Lucia. 
Be  still,  dear  Don  Juan ;  thy  mind  's  astray. 

Don  Juan. 

Whenever  a  man  proclaims  a  truth,  he  's  mad. 
Lucia,  when  we  go  hence  we  '11  leave  the  world  and 
live  alone.  Thou  with  me.  I  see  a  red-roofed  cot 
tage  nestling  in  the  trees  and  flowers  by  the  porch. 
And  thou  and  I  stand  there ;  the  sun  is  setting,  and 
the  rooks  fly  homeward.  Love ;  love  and  peace. 

Lucia. 
Don  Juan  !     Don  Juan  ! 

Don  Juan.  [Sings. 

Love  had  a  fancy  to  rest, 
Far  from  the  world  and  its  jest ; 
Love  had  a  fancy  to  rest, 
Love  with  itself  on  its  breast. 

Lucia. 
Don  Juan  !     Don  Juan  ! 


3Cct  four*  173 

Don  Juan. 

Lucia,  Lucia,  I  love  thee,  and  I  will  cleave  to  thee 
through  happiness  and  sorrow,  through  youth  and 
age,  from  here  unto  the  grave ;  in  word  and  thought, 
in  wish  and  deed,  I  will  be  true  to  thee,  to  thee,  Lucia. 
Ah  !.  Seal  me  the  compact  with  a  kiss. 

\Lucia  leans  over;  their  lips  meet. 

Lucia. 
Freely  !    gladly  !  I  give  it,  Don  Juan  ;  thine,  thine  ! 

Don  Juan.  \Sinks  back. 

Saved,  saved,  Lucia  !     Ah ! 

\The  door  opens.     Enter  Sebastien  ushering  in 
Donna  Emilia  and  Don  Luis.     Lucia  rises. 

Sebastien. 

I  do  it  at  my  peril,  since  the  orders  are  that  no 
one  should  see  the  prisoners. 

\JDon  Luis  gives  him  money. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Sir,  I  trust  my  poor  son  is  well  cared  for? 

Sebastien. 
Madame,  he  has  every  comfort  that  my  means  afford. 


174 

Don  Luis. 
This  does  not  smack  of  luxury. 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  I  can  do  better  with  a  better  purse. 

Don  Luis.  [  Giving  money. 

There,  sir,  supply  him  with  food  and  bedding  and 
change  this  dungeon  for  a  better. 

Sebastien. 

My  Lord,  I  can  give  him  healthy  quarters  and  three 
meals  a  day. 

Don  Luis. 

See  to  it. 

Sebastien. 
Sir,  I  leave  you  for  five  minutes. 

Don  Luis. 
It  is  well.  \Exit  Sebastien. 

Don  Luis.    [  Coming  down  steps. 
Ah,  Don  Juan,  my  son,  with  all  my  care,  with  all 
my  rigorous  discipline,  and  what  has  brought  thee 
now  to  this? 


5Cct  jfour,  175 

Don  Juan.  [Listlessly. 

An  had  you  taught  me  more,  I  should  have  less 

inquired.     Had  you  less  forbidden,  I  should  have  less 

desired.     An  had  you  less  temptation  shown,  I  should 

have  less  temptations  known. 

Donna  Emilia.  [In  door. 

That  girl  has  wrought  his  ruin. 

Lucia. 

'Fore  heaven,  madame,  an  thou  knowest  that  is 
false.  I  care  for  him  because  I  love  him,  and  those 
who  should  have  cared  for  him  do  care  naught  for 
him.  We  are  betrothed,  and  heaven  please  to  free  us 
from  this  cell,  we  '11  wed. 

Donna  Emilia. 

[  Coming  down  steps. 

T  is  false,  and  thou  shalt  never  wed  him.  We 
come  with  message  from  the  Duke,  who  in  his  mercy 
doth  afford  a  pardon.  We  have  far  higher  aims  than 
dowerless  and  nameless  girl.  Don  Juan,  thou  mayst 
go  free. 

Don  Juan. 
Ah! 


1 76  2Dcm3[uan, 

Don  Luis. 

If  thou  wilt  wed — high  honor  too  it  is  —  the  Donna 
Elvira,  sister  to  the  Duke. 

Donna  Emilia. 

And  she  is  here,  herself,  to  tell  you  of  this  boon  and 
how  she  plagued  the  Duke  to  grant  her  this  conces 
sion.  \_Enter  Donna  Elvira. 

Donna  Elvira. 

[Running  down  steps. 

Ah,  Don  Juan,  thou  naughty,  naughty  boy — thou 
hast  enough  endured,  I  trow,  and  dost  repent  thee 
of  thy  fault?  I  come  and  bring  thee  freedom,  love, 
wealth,  happiness,  and  joy.  The  Duke  consents  that 
we  should  wed.  Come  now,  those  shackles  fall,  and 
none  you  '11  know  but  mine. 

Don  Juan. 
I  would  be  glad  of  freedom. 

Don  Luis. 
Wed  the  Donna  Elvira,  and  't  is  yours. 

Don  Juan. 
An  if  I  will  not  ? 


5lct  jfour,  177 

Don  Luis. 
Then,  alas!  the  Duke  is  adamant — you  die. 

Don  Juan. 

[  Twining  his  arms  about  Lucia. 
Then  I  would  rather  die. 

Donna  Elvira. 
Oh,forsuch  scorn  he  doth  deserve  a  thousand  deaths. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Don  Juan,  Don  Juan,  my  son,  reflect. 

[Enter  jailer. 
Sebastien. 

Madame,  the  time  allowed  is  past;  you  must  now 
all  depart. 

Don  Luis. 

Alas,  alas,  my  son,  would  you  bring  my  gray  hairs 
with  sorrow  to  the  grave  ? 

Don  Juan. 
Sir,  an  my  curls  were  never  tinged  with  sin. 

Donna  Emilia. 

Oh,  Don  Juan,  consent  to  wed  this  lady  or  you  die. 
23 


1 78  SDon 

Lucia. 

Think  not  of  me,  Don  Juan,  I  bid  you  go  and  save 
your  life.  Go,  and  for  my  sake  go  and  make  me  happy 
in  the  knowledge  that  you  live. 

Don  Juan.  [Sings. 

Love  had  a  fancy  to  rest, 

Far  from  the  world  and  its  jest ; 

Love  had  a  fancy  to  rest, 

Love  with  itself  on  its  breast. 

Lucia,  give  me  thy  hand.  Come,  bring  some  sword 
and  hack  these  hands  in  two — 't  is  only  thus  that  you 
may  part  us. 

Sebastien. 

I  pray  you,  sir  and  good  ladies  both,  you  must 
depart. 

Donna  Emilia. 
Alas,  alas !  we  go.  [Exit  weeping. 

Don  Luis. 

My  son,  my  son,  reflect.  Think  on  this,  think  on 
this,  and  when  his  highness  comes,  tell  him  you  're 
molded  to  his  will.  Farewell,  I  hope  to  hear  good 
news  of  you. 


179 

Don  Juan. 

Farewell,  my  father — I  owe  thee  some  three  days 
of  pleasure.  [Exit  Don  Luis. 

Donna  Elvira. 

Don  Juan,  there  is  no  venom  like  a  woman's  hate, 
and  thou  shalt  taste  the  poison  soon.  Thou  scornst 
me  and  for  her — thou  shalt  have  cause  in  torture  soon 
to  curse  thy  pretty  love.  Farewell  to  thee,  farewell, 
thou  bride  of  Don  Juan.  {Exit  Donna  Elvira. 

Lucia. 
Oh,  Don  Juan,  is  all  hope  gone? 

Don  Juan. 
With  thee  by  my  side  I  am  content. 

\Enter  Leporello. 

Leporello. 
Sir,  sir,  are  you  conscious  ? 

Don  Juan. 
I  am  aware  of  some  things. 

Leporello. 
I  have  conceived  a  mighty  scheme  to  save  you  both. 


i8o 

Don  Juan. 
What  is  it  ? 

[Enter  Gvzman  and  Sebastien. 

Guzman. 

Silence,  fool !  Sebastien,  stand  on  guard.  Don  Juan, 
thy  folly  has  brought  thee  to  a  sorry  pass  —  yet  for 
my  love  for  thee  and  thee,  Lucia,  I  cannot  see  you 
perish  both,  e'en  tho'  I  break  my  duty  to  the  Inquisi 
tion.  Here  are  two  noble  souls  prepared  to  take 
your  place. 

\_Enter  Donna  Julia  and  Geralda,  cloaked. 

Guzman. 
Sebastien,  the  key ! 

Don  Juan. 
Do  they  incur  no  danger  ? 

Guzman. 
None. 

Don  Juan. 
Who  are  they  ? 

Donna  Julia. 
I  brought  you  here  —  I  '11  see  you  hence. 


Sfictfoiur*  181 

Don  Juan. 
Ah,  Donna  Julia ! 

Lucia.  \Going  to  her. 

Donna  Julia ! 

Donna  Julia. 
Swiftly,  dear  Lucia,  take  this  cloak. 

Guzman. 

Unlock  the  chain  and  let  Geralda  take  his  place, 
the  Duke  Alonzo  comes. 

Leporello. 
Sir  !  sir  !    I  hear  the  Don  Alonzo's  step. 

Guzman. 
Too  late  !     Too  late  ! 

Sebastien. 
I  am  lost !     Lost ! 

Guzman. 
Nay,  swiftly,  Sebastien,  free  Don  Juan  — 

[Sebastun  unlocks  chain. 


1 82  SDon3(uan» 

Don  Juan. 
I  am  too  weak  to  stand. 

\Geralda  takes  Don  Juan's  place. 

Guzman. 

Don  Juan,  thou  must  stand,  and  stand  firm.  Stand 
for  thy  freedom  —  stand  firm  for  Lucia's  sake. 

Don  Juan. 
Give  me  a  sword. 

Guzman. 
Geralda,  hand  him  the  sword. 

Don  Juan. 
What  must  I  do  ? 

Guzman. 

Withdraw  with  Lucia  in  yon  shadow.  Alonzo  will 
enter  and  address  the  Donna  Julia  and  Geralda,  think 
ing  they  are  you.  He  '11  lay  his  sword  upon  the 
board  to  sign  your  warrant  —  then  seize  it  swiftly, 
thou  Lucia,  and,  at  the  point  of  both  your  sword  and 
his,  make  good  your  safety.  Hush  !  Don  Alonzo 
comes. 


four*  183 

Leporello. 
Master,  be  firm,  remember  all  the  fence  I  taught 

you. 

[Exit  Leporello,  Guzman,  Sebastien.  Donna 
Julia  sits  on  pallet ;  G  era  Ida  lies  on  same. 
Lights  are  low.  Red  light. 

Don  Juan.  [Sings. 

When  Venus  was  flouted  by  Mars, 
The  goddess  — 

Lucia. 

Oh,  hush !  Don  Juan,  dear  Don  Juan,  you  know 
now  what  you  are  to  do. 

Don  Juan. 
Aye,  aye,  I  am  to  protect  you,  am  I  not  ? 

Lucia. 

Aye,  but  yourself  the  more.  We  are  to  go  in  safety. 
Only  be  firm,  and  then  we  shall  be  away  from  here 
and  happy. 

Don  Juan. 
Happy,  happy,  happy ! 


1 84 

Lucia. 

{Dragging  Don  Juan  into  shadow  at  back. 
Don  Juan,  he  comes  !  he  comes  ! 

Don  Juan. 
Who  comes  ? 

Lucia. 
Don  Alonzo. 

Donna  Julia. 
Don  Juan,  be  firm.     Silence,  he  comes ! 

[Enter  Don  Alonzo. 

Don  Alonzo. 

'T  is  a  pity  the  Donna  Julia  is  not  here  to  see  you 
thus.  Sir,  you  have  now  discovered  what  it  is  to 
insult  my  house.  Hie,  man  — 

[Enter  Sebastien. 

Don  Alonzo.       [To  Donna  Julia. 
I  see  you  have  the  wisdom  to  be  silent.     Words 
will  avail  thee  naught,  't  is  true.     Go  tell  Don  Pizarro 
that  I  sign  the  warrant  —  prepare  the  guards  ! 

\Don  Alonzo  sits  at  table.     Exit  Sebastien. 


9Ect  four*  185 

Don  Juan. 
Let  me  get  at  himj.y 

Don  Alonzo. 
Who  spoke  ? 

Geralda. 
I,  sir,  the  Donna  Lucia. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Ah,  you  are  here  too.  Such  devotion  surely  needs 
some  recompense,  and  you  shall  have  it. 

[Lays  sword  on  table  and  prepares  to  write. 
Lucia  creeps  up. 

Don  Alonzo. 

I  can  write  better  with  the  sword  than  with  a  pen  — 
still,  this  pen,  hear  you,  is  now  drawing  some  quantity 
of  blood. 

Lucia  \_Takingsword. 

Aye,  sir,  and  this  sword  too,  unless  we  both  go  free. 


What! 
24 


Don  Alonzo. 

[Springs  up  and  faces  about. 


1 86 

Don  Juan. 

{Faces  him,  sword  in  hand. 

Ah,  Don  Alonzo,  murderer  —  coward!  I  have  a 
mind  to  kill  thee. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Betrayed  ! 

Don  Juan. 
Avenged  ! 

Donna  Julia  [Rising. 

Avenged,  Don  Alonzo  !  Thought  you  whilst  I  had 
life  in  me  I  'd  see  this  poor  youth  sacrificed  to  your 
senseless  anger,  and  I  the  cause  of  his  suffering  ? 

Don  Alonzo. 
Oh,  for  a  weapon  ! 

Don  Juan. 

Now  change  your  warrant  —  'tis,  I  doubt  not,  for 
our  deaths  —  to  one  for  freedom,  and  perforce  perform 
your  only  virtuous  act.  Write  ! 

Don  Alonzo. 
Hie!     Hie!  without! 


SCctfour*  187 

Don  Juan. 

Utter  one  other  sound  and  I  will  run  thee  through. 
Act  swiftly.     Write  !  \Don  Juan's  sword  closer. 

Don  Alonzo. 
What  shall  I  write  ? 

Don  Juan. 

I  will  cleave  to  thee  through  happiness  and  sorrow 
—  through  youth  — 

Lucia. 
No!     No!     Don  Juan — recollect  thyself. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Ah !     Down  with  that  sword ! 

Don  Juan.         [Lunging  at  him. 
Thro'  with  that  sword. 

Don  Alonzo. 
A  madman ! 

Don  Juan. 

Write  !     Lucia,  Lucia,   what  shall  he  write  ?  —  be 
quick,  I  can  barely  stand. 


1 88  SDon 

Lucia. 
Pass  free  Donna  Lucia,  Julia,  Geralda,  Don  Juan. 

Don  Alonzo. 
May  the  devil  bear  me  away  — 

Don  Juan. 
He  will.     First  write  —  or  — 

\Threatens  with  sword. 

[Don  Alonzo  writes. 
Don  Juan. 

Give  me  the  paper. 

Donna  Julia. 
How  are  the  tables  turned ! 

Don  Alonzo. 

Yes,  madame,  for  a  while — but  for  a  little  while 
only. 

Lucia. 
Madame,  you  go  with  us  —  quick  — 

Don  Juan. 
Quick.      {Handing    her  paper.      To  Lucia,  aside.] 


SHctfour*  189 

Quick  —  quickly  go  —  Donna  Julia,  go  —  Geralda  — 
Lucia  —  Ah  !  —  go  !  go  !  quickly,  swiftly.  I  can  barely 
stand.  [  They  pass  behind  him. 

Don  Alonzo. 
Ah! 

Don  Juan. 
Off!     Off! 

Lucia. 
Let  me  stay  by  your  side. 

Don  Juan. 

Go  ! — until  I  hear  your  footsteps  some  fifty  paces, 
I  do  not  pass  the  door,  nor  close  it — call  to  me  from 
thence. 

[Don  Alonzo  advances  toward  Don  Juan,  who 
keeps  him  feebly  off. 

Don  Juan. 
Go,  Lucia,  go ! 

Lucia.       [Passing  out  of  door. 

My  mind  misgives  me. 

\Leporello  at  grating. 

Leporello. 
Master,  master,  the  guards  are  coming ! 


190  SDon  S 

Don  Alonzo. 
Now,  madman ! 

Don  Juan. 
Lucia,  where  are  you  ? 

Lucia.  [From  a  distance. 

Safe — safe,  Don  Juan,  come  —  come! 

Don  Juan. 

I  come,  Lucia.  [Staggers  to  door.  Holding  on  to 
door.']  I  cannot  go  around  it.  Lucia  —  Lucia — oh, 
if  there  were  in  me  but  one  more  drop  of  blood  !  Fly, 
Lucia  !  *  [Sword  falls  from  his  hand.  Staggers. 

Don  Alonzo. 

Ah,  at  last.     Hie  —  hie  —  without,  to  the  rescue  ! 

[Springs  at  sword. 

Don  Juan.  [Stands  singing. 

Chill  is  the  morning, 
Sad  is  my  heart.      [Gradually  falls 
on  his  kneesJ]     Lucia  —  Lucia  — 

[Enter  Lucia.    Don  Juan  falls.    Lucia  kneels 
by  his  side. 

*  See  note  on  page  191. 


2tct  jfotir*  191 

Don  Juan. 

Love  had  a  fancy  to  rest, 
Alone  with  itself  on  its  breast.        \_Sinks  down. 

[Do  Ji  A I  on  zo  takes  sword  to  strike. 
Enter  Guzman. 

Guzman. 
Stay  —  here  intervenes  a  higher  power,  Death  ! 

Lucia. 

[Raising  her  arms,  kneeling  by  body. 
And  love  !  love  ! 

[  CURTAIN.] 


From  this  point  the  comedy  has  been  recently  changed  in  order  to 
satisfy  those  who  prefer  an  agreeable  ending.  Don  Juan  is  made  to 
fight  his  way  to  the  stone  steps  which  lead  to  the  door  of  the  dungeon. 
He  laughs  wildly  and  lunges  fiercely  at  Don  Alonzo,  who  endeavors  to 
intercept  him.  Having  reached  the  stone  steps,  he  discovers  that  he  is 
too  feeble  to  climb  them  with  his  face  to  the  foe.  He  sinks  upon  his  knees, 
and,  still  with  his  sword  warding  off  Don  Alonzo,  commences  to  drag 
himself  up,  but  is  about  to  succumb  when  Lucia  appears,  and  with  her 
assistance  the  heavy  door  is  finally  swung  to  in  the  very  face  of  the 
enraged  Duke.  As  the  curtain  descends  the  wild  laughter  of  Don  Juan 
is  still  heard,  whilst  the  face  of  Leporello  appears  at  the  grating. 


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